Sam Scarfo - The Package 2 lyrics

rate me

I’m doing well, not tryina see no parts and bag

Should I run, or go get these tray 5 a slam

My man in Dallas got it 19 for the rough

I met him most 6 on the blood money tour

6 years later on my blood money tour

Up and down A40 with the blocks and the doors

Blocks in the dash, blocks by the wells

Profit adding up in my hand give me chills

Bitch flying in with like 10000 pills

Pockets on bust of 100 dollar bills

White power, the power get louder

Just hit New York with like 40 hunned sours

The day ... all I wear is LV

All I do is win hoe, push it down the sc

Sticky on the og, 9 on the china

... Carolinas, I love them Carolinas

I got 9’s in the bedrooms, glocks in the kitchen

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

I got 9’s in the bedrooms, glocks in the kitchen

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

I got 9’s in the bedrooms, glocks in the kitchen

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

I got 9’s in the bedrooms, glocks in the kitchen

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

I got 9’s in the bedrooms, glocks in the kitchen

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

Ah, my voice like syrup on the beat

Make a square take a chance

Have courage on the street

Your heart beat sound like the top fight feat

I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek

It’s the fiend still fiending, and your work screaming

The niggas say eating it’s so when they start squeezing

My pots stay...the chopper stay loaded

Encrypted blackberry so the cops can’t decode it

Yeah, it’s the package reloaded,

Recut, shit still a 9 nigga,

See if you can keep up on a mission

But I’ve been with it

Every year in the block, every summer made a killing

As long as I’m still breathing and they got drug dealing

I’m somewhere tryina stack it up to the ceiling

In a small town tryina trap off a million

Trap of a million? Hoe, what a feeling.