Pack Runner

Evil Empire, laughing all the way to the bank

And I switch it up

Switchin’ hoes, switchin’ lanes, I don’t give a fuck

New bitch, let her ball, like she on The Bucks

Now I’m down busy with these hoes, and they addin’ up

And I need some gas, hit up blood, ‘cause he got a plug

Smoke a wood, now she out, she done had enough

Rollies on my wrist, now these **** thinking I’ma blood

Now I’m down busy with these hoes, and they addin’ up

He said hoes are always cold at the Winter time

Let my wrist shine like glitter, with my Glock .9’s

Need a bad lil shawty, always down to ride

My boys keep sticks, that kick, they hit your ribs

We catch you by surprise, don’t need to tell no lies

I don’t need to tell no lies, I don’t need to tell—, yeah

And I switch it up

Switchin’ hoes, switchin’ lanes, I don’t give a fuck

New bitch, let her ball, like she on The Bucks

Now I’m down busy with these hoes, and they addin’ up

And I need some gas, hit up blood, ‘cause he got a plug

Smoke a wood, now she out, she done had enough

Rollies on my wrist, now these **** thinking I’ma blood

Now I’m down busy with these hoes, and they addin’ up