[Verse 1]
Stand up to the crew we never back down
Icy on the wrist since I can stack now
Left hook to your face its like I’m Pacquiao
Don’t talk to me boy less you got lotta clout
Wrist look very sloppy can’t you see it
Booty looking beauty from a distance
Go for it even when 4th and inches
Makin plays catching planes no the differences
MIA paper planes with the children
Antidote to the face, in yo feelings
Grabbed a gun shoot it with no decisions
Quality jail time going to prison
Why you think I stand under the street light
Darkness is holding another gang fight
Dreaming of peace so we can not know why
Bodies on bodies dead in the daylight
Reaching a limit that could destroy us
The lonely stoner can’t understand us
Life in a prison cell ain’t enjoyable
Gang bangin hustlers who never no love
King of the pack like he always wanted
Usually the runt that is down forgotten
Yup

[Hook]
Ballin like my name was Jerry StackHouse
Ballin like my name was Jerry StackHouse
Smell of the dead up inside the TrapHouse
Smell of the dead up inside the TrapHouse
I need that pack (x8)
I need that pack oooh I need that pack
Oooohhhhh I need that pac

[Verse 2]
Stand up to the crew we never back down
Icy on the wrist since I can stack now
Left hook to your face its like I’m Pacquiao
Don’t talk to me boy less you got lotta clout
Wrist look very sloppy can’t you see it
Booty looking beauty from a distance
Go for it even if 4th and inches
Makin plays catching planes no the differences
by Genius