Lyrics Snack Pack - St. Leroy II

Snack Pack

Need a gas mask the pack too loud
Me an my day ones til we in the ground (Forever)
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Carry dead presidents my pockets like a hearse
I’m from dade county fuck a foreign want a vert
No silver spoon
We all got the gift just a different curse
I could sell water to a whale (Splashy)
I could sell fur coats to a bear (Burrr)
Never sell dreams to a bitch
Everything else I’ll it flip
Treat 10's like they 5's (Huh)
Left a load in her mouth like dryer (Get her!)
These are the days of our lives
Mind is on cloud
Ooh ooo ooh
I will never testify (No I won’t)
R.I.P to my dawgs in the sky
Oh lord
Got a few racks in my snack pack (I'm powered)
Fuck the IRS they cannot tax (Flex)
Big Daddy Kane ain’t no half steppin' (Oh no)
Bank account my best friend (Yatta!)
Look like rainforest in my snack pack (Heeeshh!)
So much trees it look like we at camp (Savvy)
Need a gas mask the pack too loud
Me an my day ones til we in the ground (Forever)
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Carry dead presidents my pockets like a hearse
I’m from dade county fuck a foreign want a vert
No silver spoon
We all got the gift just a different curse
Dreaded Up Jesus here for the people (Angelic Hah!)
Dreaded Up Jesus one with people (Angelic Hah!)
Holy grail yea that my pimp cup (Ayye)
We don’t lift weights we lift blunts (Gas!)
She said I could I have her heart if I need it
Can’t cash love at bank told her keep it
Light up trees like it’s Christmas
Zeb move slow I’m might flip dust
Tryna' get my happy up
Lost too many that I loved
Quilly got my body numb
Make sure my coffin platinum
Love it when I don’t feel nothin'
Oh lord
Got a few racks in my snack pack (I'm powered)
Fuck the IRS they cannot tax (Flex)
Big Daddy Kane ain’t no half steppin' (Oh no)
Bank account my best friend (Yatta!)
Look like rainforest in my snack pack (Heeeshh!)
So much trees it look like we at camp (Savvy)
Need a gas mask the pack too loud
Me an my day ones til we in the ground (Forever)
Sincerely, Dreaded Up Jesus