Takeoff - Packs lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah All kinda packs I got a whole lot of that, all stupid packs Roll it up, Migo team got them shooters [Hook x2: Quavo] I got different kinda packs All colored packs Stupid flavored pack Stanky Kush pack Sour Diesel pack Mango Kush pack That gas, That gas [Verse 1: Quavo] I got Tony Tiger Kush with the orange hairs on it I got Barney Kush, got the purple hairs on it Which ever pack you need, yeah I got it if you want it I got lean by the pint That yellow all I drink That money on my mind, its the only thing I think Got to vacuum seal the gas Garbage can, yeah it stink I just call up my Migo plug, he want a whole thing Tell him meet me at the Texico, I'm in that orange thang I should win a grammy the way I make them birds sing The pack kicking hard, Mortal Kombat, Liu Kang You can lock me in the kitchen where the f** I do my thing The crazy a** wrist boy, I make a hurricane [Hook x2] [Verse 2: Takeoff] I got Kush in my blunt, and it's lime green Take out that Zippy, or the sticky, and that G-13 Riding in that Audi, got ten bowls of that Maui n***as out here in these streets, they Hungry Howie Your BBS's ain't official they look cloudy Hard top coup, but the inside Bounty My lil Migo pull up on you, serve a couple brownies Gotta strip the scene cause the block hot like a cauldron Khaki foreign bad b**h, please excuse her manners Straight drop dope, make the fiends go bananas I get the zip, ship, then cost me 180 On the block for a minute flip one for 380 [Hook x2] [Outro]