[Intro: Henry Miller]
What'chu got on different packs
Marlboro Edges, maybe some Blacks
Or maybe you want different butts
Well we've got 27's, Southern Cuts
Way before the silhouettes
Way before the cigarettes
Squack of Pairs 2014

[Verse 1: Jordan Lair]
Mic killin', bad bitch stealin'
So you better keep your girl away she might catch feelings
Show a hoe how much I blow, a couple O's before a show
Im dropping bars in hotboxes, she making angels in the snow
Cigarettes, Secrets, Corvettes, no regrets
The rookie's in the ring, so you better place your G bets
Kill opponents in a sequence, a demon with a reason, ain't no pretense
Im rapping for a reason, it's my weakness
Like a genius on a scholarship thesis, we blow the crowd ass backwards, Butthead and Beavus
It ain't debatable, the kid is sensational
Smoke recreational, life is vocational
Or vacational, the tropics are the topic tho
We party where they got the snow
Groupies in the bathroom caught 'em powdering their nose
Burnholes in clothes
Gotta get shit off my chest like bare breasts of these hoes to the left of me
Nicotine, Ecstasy
Packs on my breath I rep it to the death, you see?

[Verse 2: Henry Miller]
I don't know what happened
Goddamn, that green looks blackened
Don't let me catch you napping
'cause then you will be flattened
You don't know, but Ive been trapping
Bet you don't know Ive been rapping
Been to both and west is cracking
And you all know east is lacking
Walk outside and now they clapping
Till the AM drinking captain
Smashing you an hear the flapping
Playing madden now I'm snapping
Don't be saddened cause I'm lapping
Just be glad to hear the rapping
And all the questions that I'm asking
'Bout answers i don't even wanna know
Like texts from every girl, saying "I'm not a hoe, just so you know"
Like, sorry gotta go
Looks like you missed the show
We moving to and fro
And you just move too slow
Go ahead, Play with your hoes
And before that you know
We'll be selling out shows
We've got bottles and bottles the money just flows
Smoking pot upon pot while we sit and compose
But the fam never stops it continues to grow
And the pack's taking hits while delivering blows
And you wonder why we give a fuck well who knows
[Outro: Henry Miller]
See what I tell you?
Pack is Back
We taking this shit to a whole 'other level
Move out the way we hitting gas step on the petal