(Extendo choppin' up these bricks)
(Callate, Mike Crook)

Pack in the air, put the bird in the sky (woo)
Payin' it low, charging it high
Just flipped a pigeon to a chicken pot pie
I don't interact, my plug sent me the wire
Pack in the air, put the bird in the sky (woo)
Payin' it low, charging it high
Just flipped a pigeon to a chicken pot pie
I don't interact, my plug sent me the wire

I don't interact, my plug paid for the wire
Fuck the buyer, the feds want a supplier
Came from all flats, to new attire
Couple figures, made me a public figure
I done ran up racks off the ceramic
Before the rap, baby I was the man
I was cool way before I had fans
Nothin' changed bitch, I've been in a Benz
Sticks on me like a boy in a band
Made a grand off ten dollars a gram
I don't interact with niggas trap on the 'Gram
Kush, pills, cook up, selling the Xans
Pigeon coop, dirty birds in the van
If the plan goes to plan, we double the bands
Can't interact with the hand to hand
Plug sent a wire, soon as it land

Pack in the air, put the bird in the sky (woo)
Payin' it low, charging it high
Just flipped a pigeon to a chicken pot pie
I don't interact, my plug sent me the wire
Pack in the air, put the bird in the sky (woo)
Payin' it low, charging it high
Just flipped a pigeon to a chicken pot pie
I don't interact, my plug sent me the wire

It's 4 time
I fly out to Cali to send some bags (nyoom)
For sure they sold when I sent them back (sold)
It's smoke, let me know, we can handle that
You get hit with that fire, we don't do no boxing match
I get fly like I sit where the pilot at
Think with your top or we knock off your Starter cap
Used to be broke, now they know me across the map
Ain't shit changed, I still ride with it in my lap
I'm on some shit, jack (bitch)
Lil nigga I got big racks (on gang)
No friendly shit, or no chit chat (no)
You reach out for dap, might get bitch slapped (pussy)
He think he tough, he got muscle, the Glock sit him down
And make his home boy sit back
It ain't no talking, click clack boom
He doomed, my lil' shawty knock him out his shoes (bang)

Pack in the air, put the bird in the sky (woo)
Payin' it low, charging it high
Just flipped a pigeon to a chicken pot pie
I don't interact, my plug sent me the wire
Pack in the air, put the bird in the sky (woo)
Payin' it low, charging it high
Just flipped a pigeon to a chicken pot pie
I don't interact, my plug sent me the wire (wire)

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Writer(s): Johnathan Michael Porter, Khalick Antonio Caldwell