Soulja Boy - Blow A Pack lyrics

rate me

My name buzzing, my team guapping

All in or nothing

We getting money, yo we stacking chips

I got a sack, I got a pack, got a pack

I got a sack, running up a pack

I got a sack, yeah I got a sack

I got a pack, pack, running up a chick

I got a sack, yeah I got a sack

I got a pack, yeah I got a pack

I got a sack running up a chick

I got a pack, pack running up my chick

Yeah I got a sack, Gucci backpack, backpack

Walk up in the club, with my swag back

9k on bottles, god damn soulja on

And I’m selling dope ...

Walking in the club, you know what time it is

Poppin hella bottles, all my niggas in this bitch

Yo we in this bitch, we ain’t going home

Pulled up new lambo on chrome

Soulja god the juice, birds in the coop

Double cup my Styrofoam, pouring up the deuce

Flexin on the foe, rollie on my wrist

Me and my niggas yeah we all rich

Yeah we all rich, and we count on guap

Yeah we count on stacks, yeah we count on gualla

Throw it in the backpack

yeah we count that gualla, throw it in my duffle bag

I got a sack, yeah I got a sack

I got a pack, pack, running up a chick

I got a sack, yeah I got a sack

I got a pack, yeah I got a pack

I got a sack running up a chick

I got a pack, pack running up my chick.