"The Package 2" Lyrics

I'm doing well, not tryina see no parts and bag
Should I run, or go get these tray 5 a slam
My man in Dallas got it 19 for the rough
I met him most 6 on the blood money tour
6 years later on my blood money tour
Up and down A40 with the blocks and the doors
Blocks in the dash, blocks by the wells
Profit adding up in my hand give me chills
Bitch flying in with like 10000 pills
Pockets on bust of 100 dollar bills
White power, the power get louder
Just hit New York with like 40 hunned sours
The day ... all I wear is LV
All I do is win hoe, push it down the sc
Sticky on the og, 9 on the china
... Carolinas, I love them Carolinas

I got 9's in the bedrooms, glocks in the kitchen
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
I got 9's in the bedrooms, glocks in the kitchen
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
I got 9's in the bedrooms, glocks in the kitchen
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
I got 9's in the bedrooms, glocks in the kitchen
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
I got 9's in the bedrooms, glocks in the kitchen
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

Ah, my voice like syrup on the beat
Make a square take a chance
Have courage on the street
Your heart beat sound like the top fight feat
I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek
It's the fiend still fiending, and your work screaming
The niggas say eating it's so when they start squeezing
My pots stay...the chopper stay loaded
Encrypted blackberry so the cops can't decode it
Yeah, it's the package reloaded,
Recut, shit still a 9 nigga,
See if you can keep up on a mission
But I've been with it
Every year in the block, every summer made a killing
As long as I'm still breathing and they got drug dealing
I'm somewhere tryina stack it up to the ceiling
In a small town tryina trap off a million
Trap of a million? Hoe, what a feeling.