Lyrics: Isaiah Sims
Music: David Wood
[Hook]
Quarter back pass, yeah I make the pack cash
I be runnin' up my knot, I be countin' up them bags
Tom Brady with the pack, all them other niggas whack
Tom Brady with the pack, all them other niggas whack
Quarter back pass, yeah I make the pack cash
I be runnin' up my knot, I be countin' up them bags
Tom Brady with the pack, all them other niggas whack
Tom Brady with the pack, all them other niggas whack
[Verse 1]
I been trappin I'm an addict see some bands I gotta have it
She a slaughter I'ma smash it, she a slaughter I'ma pass it
I'm a savage, gotta have it, I'mma spend it Imma stack it
She gone shake it, I'mma smack it, niggas fakin', they be actin'
I been in the trap for a minute now
I been flippin' packs for a minute now
I been in the county for a minute now
I ain't switchin' sides, never been a clown
We got 30 clips you can ****in' drown
Pull up on you with that ****in' tre pound
We gone send some shots, we gon' spray rounds
We gone spin the block we don't play around
We be pullin' up in some foreign cars
I just do the dash like a Nascar
We be pullin' up she never seen a star
I can take you different places, we can go far
[Hook]
Quarter back pass, yeah I make the pack cash
I be runnin' up my knot, I be countin' up them bags
Tom Brady with the pack, all them other niggas whack
Tom Brady with the pack, all them other niggas whack
Quarter back pass, yeah I make the pack cash
I be runnin' up my knot, I be countin' up them bags
Tom Brady with the pack, all them other niggas whack
Tom Brady with the pack, all them other niggas whack
[Verse 2]
When the pack touchdown, it be gone in a minute
I'mma place another order, x2, I'mma flip it
I got grams on the scale, kush bales countin' digits
I be rollin' fat blunts, backwoods look like midgets
I might buy a new Rollie, got my wrist lookin' frigid
I might buy a new Rollie, so much ice, ain't no ticket
Imma pull up on lil shorty, yeah you know she 'bout the business
Imma pull up to the party, everybody takin' pictures
Yeah I'm cool off the Barcardi, I ain't rollin up no Swishers
Whole fifth of E&J and a Xan got me twisted
Smoke an eighth to the face, kush blunts got me lifted
Swear this shit is too easy man, a young nigga gifted