Snack Pack

Chorus

Got a few racks in my snack pack (I’m powered)

Fuck the IRS they cannot tax (Flex)

Big Daddy Kane ain't no half steppin’ (Oh no)

Bank account my best friend (Yatta!)

Look like rainforest in my snack pack (Heeeshh!)

So much trees it look like we at camp (Savvy)

Need a gas mask the pack too loud

Me an my day ones til we in the ground (Forever)

Post

Carry dead presidents my pockets like a hearse

I’m from dade county fuck a foreign want a vert

No silver spoon

We all got the gift just a different curse

Verse 1

I could sell water to a whale (Splashy)

I could sell fur coats to a bear (Burrr)

Never sell dreams to a bitch

Everything else I'll it flip

Treat 10’s like they 5’s (Huh)

Left a load in her mouth like dryer (Get her!)

These are the days of our lives

Mind is on cloud

Ooh ooo ooh

I will never testify (No I won’t)

R.I.P to my dawgs in the sky

Oh lord

Chorus

Got a few racks in my snack pack (I’m powered)

Fuck the IRS they cannot tax (Flex)

Big Daddy Kane ain't no half steppin’ (Oh no)

Bank account my best friend (Yatta!)

Look like rainforest in my snack pack (Heeeshh!)

So much trees it look like we at camp (Savvy)

Need a gas mask the pack too loud

Me an my day ones til we in the ground (Forever)

Post

Carry dead presidents my pockets like a hearse

I’m from dade county fuck a foreign want a vert

No silver spoon

We all got the gift just a different curse

Verse 2

Dreaded Up Jesus here for the people (Angelic Hah!)

Dreaded Up Jesus one with people (Angelic Hah!)

Holy grail yea that my pimp cup (Ayye)

We don't lift weights we lift blunts (Gas!)

She said I could I have her heart if I need it

Can’t cash love at bank told her keep it

Light up trees like it's Christmas

Zeb move slow I’m might flip dust

Tryna' get my happy up

Lost too many that I loved

Quilly got my body numb

Make sure my coffin platinum

Love it when I don't feel nothin'

Oh lord

Chorus

Got a few racks in my snack pack (I’m powered)

Fuck the IRS they cannot tax (Flex)

Big Daddy Kane ain't no half steppin’ (Oh no)

Bank account my best friend (Yatta!)

Look like rainforest in my snack pack (Heeeshh!)

So much trees it look like we at camp (Savvy)

Need a gas mask the pack too loud

Me an my day ones til we in the ground (Forever)

Sincerely, Dreaded Up Jesus