Lyrics Packs - The Underachievers
Backseat,
riding
with
the
trays,
rock
bottom
That'll
turn
that
nigga
to
a
ghost
Ain't
no
love
in
my
city,
straight
drugs
in
my
city
Niggas
walk
around
this
shit,
no
hope
Gotta
keep
the
gang
here
with
me,
anything
hold
fifty
Niggas
wanna
bang,
want
no
smoke
Nigga
had
the
cash
out,
silly,
bought
the
bag
out
with
me
Nigga
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
the
check
to
get
high
Fuck
it,
my
nigga,
we
grind
Out
of
my
mind,
most
of
these
niggas
is
lying
All
of
my
shit
a
design
Look
at
me
shine,
nigga
might
hit
a
few
lines
Then
I
might
bang
on
your
dime
Do
it,
I
hope
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
instant
bands,
move
like
the
Crip
in
gangs
Taking
those
shorts
Jedi,
I
came
with
the
force
Roll
up
and
spark
up
the
torch
Enter
the
corpse,
pouring
some
liquor
for
cous'
This
for
the
niggas
we
lost
Don't
trap
on
the
corner,
killers
is
in
the
town
Nigga
not
duckin'
rounds
Fuck
with
the
growers,
hit
me,
I
need
your
loud
Shipping,
you
get
your
pounds
I
got
the
packs
if
you
got
the
racks
Twist
up
a
zip
of
the
meds
to
relax
Stashing
the
gas
when
I
fly
through
the
map
Got
it
on
me,
nigga,
know
it's
a
fact
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
through
the
map
Got
it
on
me,
nigga,
know
it's
a
fact
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
niggas
gunning
while
on
LSD
They
want
my
hundreds,
start
hitting
the
bitch
When
I
open
like
Horus,
she
thought
I
was
cute
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
group
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
Manifested
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
Nigga,
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
I
got
the
packs
if
you
got
the
racks
Twist
up
a
zip
of
the
meds
to
relax
Stashing
the
gas
when
I
fly
through
the
map
Got
it
on
me,
nigga,
know
it's
a
fact
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
through
the
map
Got
it
on
me,
nigga,
know
it's
a
fact
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