[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Riding in the lowkey with the tint
N***a cooking up dope, better open the vents
Don't make money, then it don't make sense
Got a new pair of Tom Fords like I'm Clark Kent
12 coming, we got a hole in the fence
Gotta make me a bankroll with nothing but lint
Now I'm flooding the trap, better call Flint
Got dog food same color, thin mint, n***a
Jugging that pack, yeah
Jugging that pack
We jugging that pack, yeah
We jugging that pack, yeah
We jugging that pack, yeah
Jugging that pack
N***a, we jugging that pack, yeah, yeah
Jugging that pack, yeah

[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Jugging that pack by the ten
Jugging that pack by the bale
I jugged the pack, then I go buy a Rollie
I'm jugging the pack off the scale
See 12, better bail
Street n***as got money for bail
Shoot a n***a in your face
N***a, you better not tell
N***a can't catch every cell
Everyday n***a, I'm jugging it well
I got the gas, I'm just waiting on the mail
All different kinds of shit, I'm having clientele
I used to have to sell the dimes at the store
Now I get bricks on the boat
Plug love me 'cause young a n***a moving that dope
Got the keys in the low
And I got the keys for the low
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Riding in the lowkey with the tint
N***a cooking up dope, better open the vents
Don't make money, then it don't make sense
Got a new pair of Tom Fords like I'm Clark Kent
12 coming, we got a hole in the fence
Gotta make me a bankroll with nothing but lint
Now I'm flooding the trap, better call Flint
Got dog food same color, thin mint, n***a
Jugging that pack, yeah
Jugging that pack
We jugging that pack, yeah
We jugging that pack, yeah
We jugging that pack, yeah
Jugging that pack
N***a, we jugging that pack, yeah, yeah
Jugging that pack, yeah

[Verse 2: Jose Guapo]
Jugging that pack
Don't call me unless you won't tell no better
I'm trying to go ice out my bezel
I want the foreign that come with three pedals
I'ma Designer my shit, not the leather
Birds of a feather, yeah, they flock together
So I'm with my n***as forever
And all of my n***as, we rich forever
I wanna pull up in 'Bachs
And I wanna hop out the back
You wanna pull up for the pack?
You gotta pull up in the back
Trap house doing jumping jacks
Percocets make a n***a scratch
Burglar bar door with the hatch
Five n***as and ten straps
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Riding in the lowkey with the tint
N***a cooking up dope, better open the vents
Don't make money, then it don't make sense
Got a new pair of Tom Fords like I'm Clark Kent
12 coming, we got a hole in the fence
Gotta make me a bankroll with nothing but lint
Now I'm flooding the trap, better call Flint
Got dog food same color, thin mint, n***a
Jugging that pack, yeah
Jugging that pack
We jugging that pack, yeah
We jugging that pack, yeah
We jugging that pack, yeah
Jugging that pack
N***a, we jugging that pack, yeah, yeah
Jugging that pack, yeah