Fanny Pack Lyrics

Ayo $crim, Ruby, this shit is suicide crazy
What's in your fanny pack
What's in your fanny pack
What's in your fanny pack
What's in your fanny pack
What's in your fanny pack
What's in your fanny pack

Hunnid bands in a fanny pack, hunnid grams in a fanny pack
And a fan in a fanny pack, weed, pills, lean jammed in a fanny pack
You look like a bitch in your fanny pack, I got a stick in my fanny pack
Turn my fanny pack to a xanny pack, now she don't know where her panties at

Bag reekin' out the fanny pack (fanny pack)
[?] I feel like I got a sack (got a sack)
Damn she look good from the back (from the back)
She said I look like I sell crack (hell nah)
I tell nah, I don't sell hard
She like, whatcha do then? Crack cards?
I'm like, hell nah I don't do fraud
I don't sell dope but I do trap hard
Everything I sell dope though
Keep em comin' back like the coke do
Fanny pack match with the coat hole
Your drip ain't no where, close to, where it posed to

Hunnid bands in a fanny pack, hunnid grams in a fanny pack
And a fan in a fanny pack, weed, pills, lean jammed in a fanny pack
You look like a bitch in your fanny pack, I got a stick in my fanny pack
Turn my fanny pack to a xanny pack, now she don't know where her panties at

What's in your fanny pack
What's in your fanny pack
What's in your fanny pack
What's in your fanny pack
What's in your fanny pack
What's in your fanny pack
What's in your fanny pack
What's in your fanny pack
What's in your fanny pack
What's in your fanny pack
What's in your fanny pack
What's in your fanny pack