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lirik lagu obandz & the unxpected media - flipping packs

[intro]
oi, oi
(you think you know me)
oi, oi
oi, oi
flippin’ packs weren’t really my ting
oi, oi
me and my twin tryna let that ring
ring it, ring it
back to the 7 cah we don’t see a thing
my man try get away from the car, got hit of his ped then he felt that—
wet that

[chorus]
woosh
flippin’ packs weren’t really my ting
i was in front of the car gettin’ charged up, me and my twin tryna let that ring (bap, bap)
i took countless trips to the fifth, straight back to the 7 cah we don’t see a thing (nothin’, nothin’)
my man try get away from the car, got hit of his ped then he felt that— (wet that, wet that)
little man slipped then we ripped his skin

[verse 1]
get caught on my block, then your goin’ for a swim
ask j1 how wе done him up nicely, community servicе mocked his ting
bro hopped off the back of the bike with the fattest of shanks then he pushed it in (yuck, yuck)
we do drills of 125s then throw him in bushes then keep it lit (lit, lit, lit)
civils on my block just screamin’ out, “help,” and shut up your mouth, you ain’t helpin’ sh~t
done them drills in less than a second, now the whole hood knows me as john wick
jump out cars, dump of clips
if i catch me a shh, then i’m takin’ a trip
free my n~gga ramz, he still on that wing just smashin’ up opps everytime he gets p~ssed
i keep hearin’ my name in songs and the paigons move like they touched my skin (why? why?)
russian just called for a six on six, now i gotta go fly this cell real quick (skrrt, skrrt)
eddie’s just belled for the fithteenth time, he ain’t playin’ no games for the mornin’ fix
shout out ghost, he locked up the twix
everytime i see him, dishes some bits (free ghost, free ghost)
how can a cat be rid of the most?
i really see bro turn into a fo (d~ckhead, d~ckhead)
jumped in a rife, i jumped in a booth
i ain’t like man’s opps, got nothin’ to prove (nah, nah)
splashed up plenty and slapped at many, i swear on my life i say is the truth (bobosh)
right now i’m just drillin’ on opps, but more time inshould be stuck in the booth (bap, bap)
jiggy, that’s gang cah he ready to shoot
when i hop in the dinger, i make it move
hittin’ these cats from a.m. to a.m., don’t ask, i’m not in the mood
not once did i leave for shoulder, streets come fake, but it ain’t nothin’ new
not once did i leave for shoulder, streets come fake, but it ain’t nothin’ new
streets come fake, but it ain’t nothin’ new
[chorus]
flippin’ packs weren’t really my ting (nah)
i was in front of the car gettin’ charged up, me and my twin tryna let that ring (bap, bap)
i took countless trips to the fifth, straight back to the 7 cah we don’t see a thing (nothin’, nothin’)
my man try get away from the car, got hit of his ped then he felt that—
little man slipped then we ripped his skin
flippin’ packs weren’t really my ting
i was in front of the car gettin’ charged up, me and my twin tryna let that ring (charged up, charged up)
i took countless trips to the fifth, straight back to the 7 cah we don’t see a thing (nothin’, nothin’)
my man try get away from the car, got hit of his ped then he felt that— (woi, woi, woi, woi)
little man slipped then we ripped his skin

[verse 2]
let me talk my sh~t (let me talk it)
i really take them risks (huh)
we just put that smoke to the top, but nothin’ was there so we flung it to the brix’ (normal)
this three double o’s done mileage, rusty sega might call it six
i don’t know which one i should pick
the four ten dots had the 32 spins (i don’t know, i don’t know)
i see bare man duckin’ for safety when i hopped off the back of the bike (ah, ah)
n~ggas talk tough, but they ain’t really like that, seen ‘nough bad boys turn shy
i take risks for my team, that’s normal, i don’t really care about bein’ that guy
i was stuck in the t just trappin’ solo nights, just me and my knife
if they catch me again, i’m lookin’ at time
all the risks that i take for the mulla, i swear i nearly lost my mind (lost it, lost it)
i’m dishin’ up grub in the bando live
i ain’t givin’ out normal ticks for the night
cats get gassed when they see me in sight
cats get gassed when they see me in sight
[chorus]
flippin’ packs weren’t really my ting (nah)
i was in front of the car gettin’ charged up, me and my twin tryna let that ring (bap, bap)
i took countless trips to the fifth, straight back to the 7 cah we don’t see a thing (nothin’, nothin’)
my man try get away from the car, got hit of his ped then he felt that—
little man slipped then we ripped his skin
flippin’ packs weren’t really my ting
i was in front of the car gettin’ charged up, me and my twin tryna let that ring
i took countless trips to the fifth, straight back to the 7 cah we don’t see a thing
my man try get away from the car, got hit of his ped then he felt that—

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