Lyrics Pack Man - Haze DBG

Pack man yea that's me
I be like
Pack man Pack man yea that's me
You already know look
Pack man Pack man yea that's me
Huh I be like
Pack man Pack man yea that's me
Check look
Pack man Pack man yea that's me
It be like
Pack man Pack man yea that's me
Look look look

Started as a runner wit the bundles
Young boy
I know i could make a couple hundo
Run boy
When you hear sirens know them people bout to bout to
Bout to beat you
Always knew life was hard
God gave me a preview
Did a lot of wrong
Its gone be a long review...
Illegal livin flippin cheese all i know
When you broke if you sleep all you dream of is dough
So

Packman packman yea thats me
Yea I be like
Packman packman yea thats me
Look check me out uh

Crack man Weed man and that D
Freaks on ten toes yea that P
I m p I am he
Long as niggas buyin
Im supplyin
G from the bottom know I'm ridin
For the people in the back
That's grinding.
Gs off the pack that's silent.
Niggas cant move how i do
That's timin
Can't stand the heat better move
Change the climate
Change or violence how you wanna move?
Its proven I'll shoot but I'd rather get the loot
Id rather be the driver then the passenger in coupes
Havin visions in the trap like its Acid in my juice
Look
I'm telling not asking you confused
187 after Haze cuz he hazardous to you
Im bussin moves in the stu
This ain't imagined in the booth
Wu said protect you neck fool
The savages is loose

Packman packman yea thats me
Hmm yea I be like
Packman packman yea thats me
Yea check me out look

Started as a runner wit the hold up
Young boy
Tryin to figure how to get my dough up.
I'm a be hustla when I grow up
Know what
I ain't never idolize no one
Just Lust for the persona
Plus I love the marijuana
Watch the ho you runnin after
That's another anaconda
Watch her run off wit yo money
And ya underhanded partner
Armor had me handcuffed
Standing before your honour
Arm and hammer all my hands
While I handle product
Product of the genre
Weed spot crazy
This the real shop of horrors
Cops and Robbers and they both killin
Block Hot as lava
It's a whole skillet
At the bottom poppin bottles like we made it or somethin
You prolly couldn't understand if you ain't made It from nothin
My phone ring like I'm famous
Cut the H wit the fent
Mix the Cain wit the ehh
Hit ya face wit the stainless