[Intro]
Bodi
Bodi, Bodi, I'm talm bout...
Ay
[Chorus]
I got the gas pack
Stank up the house, got to work in my backpack
Heard he a snitch, better set up a rat trap
Chasing the sack just like Warren Sapp's back
Sleep on the floor when there's nowhere to crash at
You want a verse, well, I'm sending my CashApp
You took my bitch, guess what? You can have that
Plot on the world like Pinky the lab rat
[Post-Chorus]
That boy a cap like Yamaka
Said you was havin', we know, we on to ya
You don't come outside, you on a monitor
Eat up the beat like piranha does
I be high, I'm on Mars like Veronica
Off the dope, So Gone, like Monica
Head spin like a dreidel on Hanukkah
If we beef and I die then I'm hauntin' ya
[Verse 1]
I know you tried to get rid of me
Epic fail, cause they play me in Italy
Now the movement got legs like a centipede
Take the top off, I ride in a Kennedy
Shittin' on n*ggas like Elvis, uh
My old bitch still say I'm selfish
Ballin' so hard I might slide to the Celtics
Talkin' that shit, he definitely gettin' dealt with
[Verse 2]
Ima put Ma in a castle
Cause when I was young I was definitely a hassle
Bodi jump back in the satchel
I paint her face, Art Basel
Talkin' to snakes like Mowgli
Got out my way because that's what was holdin' me
I don't see nobody over me
I don't see no one controlling me
Boy, you thought, must be high off a cocoa leaf
Free Kodak, man, I'm tryna roll a piece
Like a gardener the way that I handle beats
See over the game like a canopy
And I'm deep in the water like manatees
Smokin' dope I need that for my sanity
Five hoes off caine like Danity
I'm tryna be cool but I know she a fan of me, yeah
Gas Pack was written by Dad Bodi.
Gas Pack was produced by Tommy Coyote.