PAC In the Trap

[Intro] *G*n cocking sound* *Heavy bass drop, synth loops* [Verse 1: Dullblah] Yo, it’s Dullblah, PAC in the trap, we don’t play! Blunt in my mouth, smoke till the sky turn gray. Crackers? Nah, honkeys? We ownin’ the game, Leo packin’ the .45, *G*n cocking sound* Chunk slangin’ that flame. You wanna step to the PACK? Better bring a pound, Weed in the air, money everywhere, we don’t d***n. 420 friendly, but trigger fingers get heavy, Mess with the Pack, you end up spread like confetti! [Chorus: All] PAC in the cut, smokin’ loud, never subtle, Catch us in the haze, honkey—mind your hustle. “We’re 420 friendly and 45 deadly!” *Gunshots* You ain’t got a pound? Then get the f**k out, buddy! [Verse 2: Leo] Leo here, icy veins, got the Glock on my hip, Blowin’ kush clouds, finger steady on the grip. Chunk rollin’ fatties, Dullblah countin’ them stacks, Crackers talk slick? We send ’em back in a sack. *G*n cocking sound* Every day’s a green day, we don’t clock out, Piss Ant mob, where the hell you clowns? Step to the crew, better come strapped or kneel, We smoke the whole block, then let the steel sing reel! [Chorus: All] PAC in the cut, smokin’ loud, never subtle, Catch us in the haze, honkey—mind your hustle. “We’re 420 friendly and 45 deadly!” *Gunshots* You ain’t got a pound? Then get the f**k out, buddy! [Verse 3: Chunk] Chunk in the kitchen, baking zips, got the recipe, Dullblah stackin’ green, Leo watchin’ the street. Honkey tryna c***h? Boy, you ain’t built for the heat, Pull up with weak bud, we turn your face to meat. *G*n cocking sound* PAC on patrol, puff, puff, pass the four four, Crackers talk big till they laid out on the floor. Weed in our veins, bullets engraved in our DNA, Piss Ants run the block—every night, every day! [Bridge: All] *Gunshots* “Cracker this, honkey that”—we don’t give a damn! PAC loaded, smoke-choked, we the kings of the lambs. *G*n cocking sound* [Outro] *Bass fades, distant gunshots echo* “PAC out, bitch.” *Synth outro, lighter flicking sound*