Nephew Texas Boy - Pack Landed @ 808 lyrics

[Intro] Wake up early sippin this sh** (Ok, Ok) For real... For real, for real (Come on!) [Chorus] Aye, okay okay okay okay The plug called, said the pack landed at 8:08 Pour a pint, drink the pain away away away I can't f** no dusty b**h no way, no way, no way Reagan Era, selling base like its '88 Diamonds red like they rain, they rain, they rain, they rain Since I got famous all my friends they changed, they changed, they changed And I can't never f** with them n***as never again [Verse 1] Sell a b**h a dream, just like I sell c**aine I'm a pimp Magic Juan in his younger days Try to rob, you get k**ed, that's the price you pay Benihana, yum yum sauce, chicken shrimp and steak Hi Tech and Sprite, damn I love the taste Murder one on that p**y like a open case A thousand ones, I just throwed away, away, away Spend that sh** up and let's get it back today, today All my n***as got dreads like we in Haiti If I f** that b**h you best believe she pay me You got the coodest b**h, I think you might have rabies Percocets got me itchin' like it's scabies Diamonds on water, bring the jetskis Instagram countin' money made them hate me b**h I'm savage just like 21 Posted in that trap house with like twenty guns [Chorus] Aye, okay okay okay okay The plug called, said the pack landed at 8:08 Pour a pint, drink the pain away away away I can't f** no dusty b**h no way, no way, no way Reagan Era, selling base like its '88 Diamonds red like they rain, they rain, they rain, they rain Since I got famous all my friends they changed, they changed, they changed And I can't never f** with them n***as never again [Verse 2] Sold a brick, hit the j**eler, flooded out the bracelet Christian Loub, Jimmy Choos, Gucci shoes, my lady Philip Lim, Japanese, I don't do no basic B cups, a** shots, gave that b**h a face lift I can build a b**h like a old school Put a hoe on the track like she Pro Tools Try me is what you won't do Make sure I don't trust you That Nephy finna rob you All my trap houses they got burglar bars I'm richer than a b**h I got like 30 cars I got like 30 broads Made a laid back in the Wraith, and gazed up at the stars Diamonds in my watch look like crack rocks Ballin' on these n***as bring the black top Burnin' kush like its Woodstock AK47 with the wood stop [Chorus] Aye, okay okay okay okay The plug called, said the pack landed at 8:08 Pour a pint, drink the pain away away away I can't f** no dusty b**h no way, no way, no way Reagan Era, selling base like its '88 Diamonds red like they rain, they rain, they rain, they rain Since I got famous all my friends they changed, they changed, they changed And I can't never f** with them n***as never again