[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Riding in the lowkey with the tint
Nigga cooking up dope, better open the vents
Don't make money, then it don't make sense
Got a new pair of Tom Fords like I'm Clark Kent
12 coming, we got a hole in the fence
Gotta make me a bankroll with nothing but lint
Now I'm flooding the trap, better call Flint
Got dog food same color, thin mint, nigga
Jugging that pack, yeah
Jugging that pack
We jugging that pack, yeah
We jugging that pack, yeah
We jugging that pack, yeah
Jugging that pack
Nigga, we jugging that pack, yeah, yeah
Jugging that pack, yeah

[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Jugging that pack by the ten
Jugging that pack by the bale
I jugged the pack, then I go buy a Rollie
I'm jugging the pack off the scale
See 12, better bail
Street niggas got money for bail
Shoot a nigga in your face
Nigga, you better not tell
Nigga can't catch every cell
Everyday nigga, I'm jugging it well
I got the gas, I'm just waiting on the mail
All different kinds of shit, I'm having clientele
I used to have to sell the dimes at the store
Now I get bricks on the boat
Plug love me 'cause young a nigga moving that dope
Got the keys in the low
And I got the keys for the low

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Riding in the lowkey with the tint
Nigga cooking up dope, better open the vents
Don't make money, then it don't make sense
Got a new pair of Tom Fords like I'm Clark Kent
12 coming, we got a hole in the fence
Gotta make me a bankroll with nothing but lint
Now I'm flooding the trap, better call Flint
Got dog food same color, thin mint, nigga
Jugging that pack, yeah
Jugging that pack
We jugging that pack, yeah
We jugging that pack, yeah
We jugging that pack, yeah
Jugging that pack
Nigga, we jugging that pack, yeah, yeah
Jugging that pack, yeah

[Verse 2: Jose Guapo]
Jugging that pack
Don't call me unless you won't tell no better
I'm trying to go ice out my bezel
I want the foreign that come with three pedals
I'ma Designer my shit, not the leather
Birds of a feather, yeah, they flock together
So I'm with my niggas forever
And all of my niggas, we rich forever
I wanna pull up in 'Bachs
And I wanna hop out the back
You wanna pull up for the pack?
You gotta pull up in the back
Trap house doing jumping jacks
Percocets make a nigga scratch
Burglar bar door with the hatch
Five niggas and ten straps

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Riding in the lowkey with the tint
Nigga cooking up dope, better open the vents
Don't make money, then it don't make sense
Got a new pair of Tom Fords like I'm Clark Kent
12 coming, we got a hole in the fence
Gotta make me a bankroll with nothing but lint
Now I'm flooding the trap, better call Flint
Got dog food same color, thin mint, nigga
Jugging that pack, yeah
Jugging that pack
We jugging that pack, yeah
We jugging that pack, yeah
We jugging that pack, yeah
Jugging that pack
Nigga, we jugging that pack, yeah, yeah
Jugging that pack, yeah