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Rob49 - Pack Flipper (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rob49
Rob49
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Julian Mason
Julian Mason
Songwriter
Kelton Scott
Kelton Scott
Songwriter
Robert Coleman Thomas
Robert Coleman Thomas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joshua “The Za Effect” Zayas
Recording Engineer
Eddie Hernandez
Eddie Hernandez
Mixing Engineer
Peter A. Barker
Peter A. Barker
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Gabby Douglas on the mat the way I flip the pack
Same with that you pussy whipped, the way bro whip the crack
Fuck the NFL and NBA, bitch I'm a rapper
Like fire drills these **** sound real, **** cappin'
Fuck the music, I ain't tryna talk about heads I tapped
My daddy keep telling me health is real, I'm showing my pockets fat
All that pussy ass **** shit **** be doing will get 'em slapped
And she ain't tryna fuck a **** on the first night, kick her out
I'm pimp, I ain't given her nothin', I done took two Percs, I'm bussin'
I'm clutchin' middle of the jungle, same hoes who played I fucked 'em
I don't even talk to my cousin, he 4 as fuck, it's fuck 'em
Whole time he say he love me, **** plotting on a come up
I done sold more gas than BP, I done sold more pounds than trey
In the trap house every day, like I got money selling yay
White girls look like Caitlyn Clark and grip stuck to the plate
Every **** tryna play on big V3, they gotta pay
[Verse 2]
The price on weeds just ain't the same no mo'
I was praying to God for a plug and he ain't come
Like Weezy F baby daddy, I'm stuntin'
When I fuck hoes, I'm fuck her ti;l she cummin'
Treat a bad ho like she country, I done made 400k this week
I done went back to the streets and fed by fuckin' hood like EBT
Why **** dying? It's because of me
**** want beef, I guess it's beef
It's my time, it's Patek Philippe
Perc' 30 put ya ass to sleep
Call up Wafi, tell him I need $200,000 worth of pink
Money good, bitch, I eat chicken, bro take first Perc' like gremlins
Like Kodak I paint the picture, my neck and wrist is pissy
Coming home smelling like I'm fishing, got fish scale on the dishes
Yeah, the biggest
[Verse 3]
Can't let it stress you out, dog, you know what I'm sayin'?
Real boss **** do what we want out chea, believe it
[Verse 4]
Told the bitch that if she 'bout to start stressin' me out, I'm getting her gone
I know hoes who boyfriend beat the fuck out them behind my songs
My pants and my jacket Chrome, go ask my city, I put shit on
I heard **** say it's smoke, man, tell them **** this ain't what they want
I pushin' P like pump, 49 fuck any ho he want
In the A I'm screaming "Free slime," he ain't tell her get back home
Real know I want his ho but he act dumb like he don't know
If you see him there, I'ma send them fuckin' smackers, bitch, drop that lo'
Diamonds hit like tank, 49 fuck bad hoes that ya can't
I done got shit spanked, bitch, get shit spanked to up ya rank
I done plead the fifth every time I'm in that jam, bitch, whatcha think?
We done made ****' mama's cry, take pills to ease the pain
Dread head, all he know is bang-bang, like he Chief
Why they dying? 'Cause of me, I can tell ya diamonds cheap
In the trap house with a glee, pop dat pussy, lemme see
On a song screamin', "Free my fucking uncle"
[Outro]
The biggest
The biggest
Big 49, man, let me fly
Stop holdin' my wings back, man, let me fly
**** clickin' up, man, I'm turnin' the click up
What's good? Do what you want
We ain't going outside this circle for nothin'
VM Vulture Mafia, VC Vulture Cartel, it is what it is
Written by: Julian Mason, Kelton Lanier Scott II, Kelton Scott, Robert Thomas
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