You Pack
You tweakin' you need to put all the drugs down now (Now bitch)
We meetin' you seem to not figure it all out (Now bitch)
You tweetin' 'bout how you gon' live wit' ya self now (What)
When you should be thinkin' why the fuck you talk out loud (Why the fuck)
You tweakin' you need to put all the drugs down now (You fuckin' tweakin')
We meetin' you seem to not figure it all out (You fuckin' tweakin')
You say how you gon' pull up wit' ya boys and beat me now (Huh huh)
I got some homies wit 30's that'll clip ya wings down (Buh buh buh buh)
That's that you pack (Buh)
That's that you pack (Buh)
That's that you pack (Buh)
They smokin' on you pack (Buh)
That's that you pack (Buh)
That's that you pack (Buh)
That's that you pack (Buh)
They smokin' on you pack
That's that you pack
We smokin' on you pack
Where yo crew at
We can smoke on them too
My homies bring some macs
What y'all finna do
Heads bussin' all over the ground
Lookin' like some noodles
How you gon' run up on me when I got the homies
Clutchin' on that 40 while ya by ya lonely
Grippin' on a semi same time ya walkin on me
Comin' out the cut wit a black car on you
And same time my brudda jump out on you
And same time we walk down on you
And same time we drop pounds on you
Now we finna hold you hostage bitch
Where's ya car keys and watch too bitch
Cover that plate and we finna swap it bitch
Open the trunk yeah now get in it
Lemme catch ya boys playin' rat in the court room now
They come outside they ain't gon' expect a sound
Black masks trunk em up and put em down yeah
You tweakin' you need to put all the drugs down now (Now bitch)
We meetin' you seem to not figure it all out (Now bitch)
You tweetin' 'bout how you gon' live wit' ya self now (What)
When you should be thinkin' why the fuck you talk out loud (Why the fuck)
You tweakin' you need to put all the drugs down now (You fuckin' tweakin')
We meetin' you seem to not figure it all out (You fuckin' tweakin')
You say how you gon' pull up wit' ya boys and beat me now (Huh huh)
I got some homies wit 30's that'll clip ya wings down (Buh buh buh buh)
That's that you pack (Buh)
That's that you pack (Buh)
That's that you pack (Buh)
They smokin' on you pack (Buh)
That's that you pack (Buh)
That's that you pack (Buh)
That's that you pack (Buh)
They smokin' on you pack
We meetin' you seem to not figure it all out (Now bitch)
You tweetin' 'bout how you gon' live wit' ya self now (What)
When you should be thinkin' why the fuck you talk out loud (Why the fuck)
You tweakin' you need to put all the drugs down now (You fuckin' tweakin')
We meetin' you seem to not figure it all out (You fuckin' tweakin')
You say how you gon' pull up wit' ya boys and beat me now (Huh huh)
I got some homies wit 30's that'll clip ya wings down (Buh buh buh buh)
That's that you pack (Buh)
That's that you pack (Buh)
That's that you pack (Buh)
They smokin' on you pack (Buh)
That's that you pack (Buh)
That's that you pack (Buh)
That's that you pack (Buh)
They smokin' on you pack
That's that you pack
We smokin' on you pack
Where yo crew at
We can smoke on them too
My homies bring some macs
What y'all finna do
Heads bussin' all over the ground
Lookin' like some noodles
How you gon' run up on me when I got the homies
Clutchin' on that 40 while ya by ya lonely
Grippin' on a semi same time ya walkin on me
Comin' out the cut wit a black car on you
And same time my brudda jump out on you
And same time we walk down on you
And same time we drop pounds on you
Now we finna hold you hostage bitch
Where's ya car keys and watch too bitch
Cover that plate and we finna swap it bitch
Open the trunk yeah now get in it
Lemme catch ya boys playin' rat in the court room now
They come outside they ain't gon' expect a sound
Black masks trunk em up and put em down yeah
You tweakin' you need to put all the drugs down now (Now bitch)
We meetin' you seem to not figure it all out (Now bitch)
You tweetin' 'bout how you gon' live wit' ya self now (What)
When you should be thinkin' why the fuck you talk out loud (Why the fuck)
You tweakin' you need to put all the drugs down now (You fuckin' tweakin')
We meetin' you seem to not figure it all out (You fuckin' tweakin')
You say how you gon' pull up wit' ya boys and beat me now (Huh huh)
I got some homies wit 30's that'll clip ya wings down (Buh buh buh buh)
That's that you pack (Buh)
That's that you pack (Buh)
That's that you pack (Buh)
They smokin' on you pack (Buh)
That's that you pack (Buh)
That's that you pack (Buh)
That's that you pack (Buh)
They smokin' on you pack
Credits
Writer(s): Bryce Morrell
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