AKTHESAVIOR
PACKS
[Intro]
Hello

[Verse 1: Issa Gold]
Backseat, ridin' with the Treys right by me
That'll turn that n***a to a ghost (YDNA)
Ain't no love in my city, straight drugs in my city
N***as walk around this shit, no hope
Gotta keep the gang here with me, and they thang hold fifty
N***as run up, they ain't want no smoke
N***a had the cash out, silly, bought the bag out with me
N***a tryna stack, show you how it go
Follow my eyes, shit gon' be right on the prize
Repping the set with the gods
Split up them pods
Run up a check to get high
Fuck it, my n***a, we grind
Out of my mind, most of these n***as is lying
All of my shit a design
Look at me shine, n***a might hit a few lines
Then I might bang on your dime
You wit' a hoe
You do me, Peter Pan, four in my liter, man
Repping the coast
All of my hitters bang, run up and get your man
Word to my bros
Flexing on Instagram, made over insta-fame
Blowing my dope
Punching up insta-bands, blue face, that crippin' gang
Taking those shorts
Jedi, I came with the force
Roll up and spark up the torch
Enter the corpse, pour out some liquor for cuz
This for the n***as we lost
Don't trap on the corner, killers is in the town
N***a not duckin' rounds
Fuck with the growers, hit me you need your loud
Shipping, you get your pounds
[Chorus: Issa Gold + AKTHESAVIOR]
I got the packs if you got the racks
Twist up a zip of the meds to relax
Stashing the gas when I fly 'cross the map
Got it on me, n***a, know it's a fact
I got the dough, who got the dro'?
Hop on a flight, get the pack, hit the road
Roll up a spliff to the face and reload
Gotta stay lit everywhere that we go
I got the packs if you got the racks
Twist up a a zip of the meds to relax
Stashing the gas when I fly 'cross the map
Got it on me, n***a, know it's a fact
I got the dough, who got the dro'?
Hop on a flight, get the pack, hit the road
Roll up a spliff to the face and reload
Gotta stay lit everywhere that we go

[Verse 2: AKTHESAVIOR]
Call me the pack-tivist, smoke hella weed
Travel all through the atlas and planting my seeds
Grew to a money tree, as it should be
Got some young n***as gunnin' while on LSD
Play with my hundreds, turn hippie to beast
One eye open like Horus, you thought I was sleep
Pull up, now you retreat
Make you bow to the feet
I ain't rocking designer, red bottom my sneaker
Don't get your people annihilated
Psilocybin— my pupils be dilated
I reside in the coupe with the finest ladies
Free my mind now I move with no limitations
We just demonstrating, dollars circulate
Blowing recreation, pussy penetrate
Ain't no fucking trophies when you in the grave
Throw your girl emoji, she just give me face
Never gave me faith, had to push it in place
Manifestin' my future on daily basis
Gettin' stoned like Medusa while getting paper
Cop a P, then we move it, don't tell the neighbors
Only blow OG, that potent flavor
N***a, roll me a dollie and then I face it
Wrap that shit tight so they cannot trace it
Fed Ex sent me a text that the package made it
[Chorus: Issa Gold + AKTHESAVIOR]
I got the packs if you got the racks
Twist up a zip of the meds to relax
Stashing the gas when I fly 'cross the map
Got it on me, n***a, know it's a fact
I got the dough, who got the dro'?
Hop on a flight, get the pack, hit the road
Roll up a spliff to the face and reload
Gotta stay lit everywhere that we go
I got the packs if you got the racks
Twist up a a zip of the meds to relax
Stashing the gas when I fly 'cross the map
Got it on me, n***a, know it's a fact
I got the dough, who got the dro'?
Hop on a flight, get the pack, hit the road
Roll up a spliff to the face and reload
Gotta stay lit everywhere that we go