[Intro]
Lost Planets
Ayy
Trip
Metal Gear, yeah, yuh
'Kay, hey, yeah
'Kay, okay, okay
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Pack so loud it wake the dead up, ayy
Heavy on the gas, man, I can't let up, yeah
Young n***a tryna keep my head up, yeah, 'kay
Make sure all my haters feel it, wish they never met us
Watch me hold it down like this, hold it down like this
They not with the shits, they not with the shits
Watch me hold it down like this, hold it down like this
They not with the shits, they not with the shits

[Verse 1]
I got that super pack, get it off the stack, yeah
Show that bitch the life, now put her on the map, yeah
Show that bitch the life, now there ain't no goin' back
Now she don't run unless the YSL is fresh, yeah
That loud shit, whole clique on some wild shit
That fire shit, "this won't make your momma proud" shit
I hold the pack down, I can run a hundred miles with it
Stylin' it, what I look like hating? We can all get it
I super set, hoppin' out the latest, yeah
Flexin' on my ex, say hello to my haters, yeah
Gave out so much free swag, n***as owe me, I'm the savage, yeah
Tryna ride the wave, n***as on that Kelly Slater, hey yeah

[Bridge 1]
Super pack, fresh up out the rack
I just fucked that bitch, I put her on the map
Tryna ride the wave, watch 'em follow like disciples
I'm that n***a, I don't need no fucking idol

[Chorus]
Pack so loud it wake the dead up, ayy (Wake the dead up, yeah)
Heavy on the gas, man, I can't let up, yeah
Young n***a tryna keep my head up, yeah, 'kay
Make sure all my haters feel it, wish they never met us
Watch me hold it down like this, hold it down like this, yeah
They not with the shits, they not with the shits, yeah
Watch me hold it down like this, hold it down like this
They not with the shits, they not with the shits

[Verse 2]
Okay, checkmate, bitch I'm getting paid, yeah
She- she get the yayo, I secure the bag, yeah
Got a lot of ugly habits with a pretty face, yeah
Geeking on that bitch, she must've thought it was a race, yeah
Renegade, renegade, hey
I don't see no signs of slowin' up
Finesse designer out the bag, finesse designer out the Saks Fifth
Fifteen hundred on the tag, yeah, still gon' let my pants sag, yeah
Thirty rounds in the mag, case these n***as acting [?]

[Bridge 2]
Yeah I don't feel no ways, yeah
They tryna kill the vision, they can't stop the wave
Got not much to say, yeah yeah yeah

[Chorus]
Pack- pack so loud it wake the dead up, ayy (Wake the dead up)
Heavy on the gas, man, I can't let up, yeah
Young n***a tryna keep my head up, yeah, 'kay (Keep my head up)
Make sure all my haters feel it, wish they never met us
Watch me hold it down like this, hold it down like this, yeah
They not with the shits, they not with the shits, yeah
Watch me hold it down like this, hold it down like this
They not with the shits, they not with the shits