Pack Gone Missing

(アルバム： Streets On Lock III - 2014)

[Intro: Quavo]
Woosh, pack gone missing
Migos!

[Hook: Quavo]
Woosh, pack gone missing (Fheww!) [x4]
Houdini me [x8]
Woosh, pack gone missing [x2]
Huh, huh, huh, gone!

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Yea
Fuck nigga I just took the set, I just took the pot
Hit it with the Shaq' attack: slam dunk!
It's nothing but 33 Larry Birds in the trunk
We trapping and capping the top floor
Why the trunk got it smelling like skunk?
Gas, gas, they calling up 12 he gon' mad
Here take all these pocket rockets bitch
Put him in yo' Birkin bag
What you gon' do at the top floor
Grab the parachute, hit the window
Quavo you tripping hell naw
I ain't getting caught with all this indo

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Pack gone missing, I'm no magician
My diamonds they flying like Bobby and Whitney
Walking around with a 50
My bitch in the trap naked in the mansion no bra and no panties
You mad cause I'm rich
Cuffing and loving that bitch
We smash and we switch
I pull up to bando with bricks in a Bent'
I stand round the trap like a fence
Finessing I run with the money
I'm wrapping and shipping the dummy, Houdini me
The kitchen I'm mixing them chemicals nigga no chemistry
Rich niggas in Paris they taking them pictures
She suck it, she swallow, you probably kiss her
Woosh, Pack gone missing, Rich The Kid still finessing
I'm RICH!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
Got so many hoes on my line you think I'm fishing
She might be a girl, turn around that thing gone missing
Her and her start kissing, liquor in here system
Don't be standing near me in the club, go get some bitches
Got a crib without a ceiling when I hit it you gon' feel it
It's my new motto, nigga, anyone can get it
Damn smoking papers, my new crib come with acres
Getting cake with just the wave of a hand
You think I had a favor sump'n

[Verse 4: Offset]
I think it's a ghost in the city
I hustle I feel like I'm Nipsy
Patrolling you missing, so where did he go?
Send my young nigga kick through yo' back door (POW!)
As anybody seen the pack lately
They knocking my door like the candy lady
I don't know what the fuck want these niggas
These niggas be snitching, bitches want a baby
The pack he gotta go (Fheww!)
Beep, beep! Truck load
Whipping and cooking up Anna Nicole
Versace got me traveling across the globe
Blue money, blue hundreds
The gas smelling like it's fungus
Woosh, pack gone missing
Ride round the city, 30 round extensions

[Hook]

[Verse 5: Chevy Woods]
Shout out to all my connects in the hood I'm finally famous
Shout out Big Sean and I don't mean the rapper that coke made me famous
Woosh, hey, they try to get me for the packs
Woosh, hey, like nigga who the strap (Blam, blam!)
Huh, I had to jump it straight out of the pot I be cooking the oil
Don't got no connect for you pussy ass niggas you'll never be loyal
Beyoncé with all of this money you know that I gotta big ego
Robin Hood I'm in the hood and I'm tryna look out for my people

[Hook]