Pack It Up
My best friend is my shadow
38 out if he wanna battle
We get it shaking just like a rattle
We see the sack, blitz, tackle
She getting wet, I may need to paddle
High in the clouds, I'm bouta just travel
New pack of grabba, I'ma unravel
Pack it up, pack it up, pack it up, pack it up
So loud, the neighbors gon' tattle
Slurring my words like I'm playing Scrabble
Ever since elementary, I was smoking kush up out the Apple
Taking your head off, best keep your head on
Don't slide here, jit, this is a dead zone
They think I'm blood, cause I put the red on
Nah, but I'm with my blood (yeah)
Don't think you right, they'll leave your dead wrong
She was talking, but I had on headphones
We ain't gon' fuck, I'm about to just get gone
Chasing the bag like, when will I get home
Go hard or go home
I'm out here all night long
This bitch blowing up my phone
She like, nigga what you want
I'm like, trying to get some dome
She like, slide, he ain't home
Fuck that talking, girl just moan
While I beat it to the morn
My nigga, check your girlfriend's phone
I might be in there under daddy
She gon' lie and say that's her daddy
Well, she do call me daddy, but I'm no daddy
So many hoes, I can be a step daddy
Fuck school, every day a pep rally
On the block, tweaking in the alley
Missing my shot, bro got my alley
I'm in Florida, smoking on Cali
I'm in the back, back of the Caddy
Who want smoke, I'm dropping the Addy
I'll slide, just don't at me
High rise, I'm with them plugs
We ain't talking dimes, dubs
We talking pounds and above
Of them drugs
club going up on Monday
Jit, fuck a Tuesday
Chasing a bag bare feet, no shoelace
I can fuck around, get her a new waste
Dripping the sauce, yeah, new taste
Before you talk shit, get you some toothpaste
I'm like, ooh, I'm counting the blue face
I know you, niggas be two face
My best friend is my shadow
38 out if he wanna battle
We get it shaking just like a rattle
We see the sack, blitz, tackle
She getting wet, I may need to paddle
High in the clouds, I'm bouta just travel
New pack of grabba, I'ma unravel
Pack it up, pack it up, pack it up, pack it up
So loud, the neighbors gon' tattle
Slurring my words like I'm playing Scrabble
Ever since elementary, I was smoking kush up out the Apple
38 out if he wanna battle
We get it shaking just like a rattle
We see the sack, blitz, tackle
She getting wet, I may need to paddle
High in the clouds, I'm bouta just travel
New pack of grabba, I'ma unravel
Pack it up, pack it up, pack it up, pack it up
So loud, the neighbors gon' tattle
Slurring my words like I'm playing Scrabble
Ever since elementary, I was smoking kush up out the Apple
Taking your head off, best keep your head on
Don't slide here, jit, this is a dead zone
They think I'm blood, cause I put the red on
Nah, but I'm with my blood (yeah)
Don't think you right, they'll leave your dead wrong
She was talking, but I had on headphones
We ain't gon' fuck, I'm about to just get gone
Chasing the bag like, when will I get home
Go hard or go home
I'm out here all night long
This bitch blowing up my phone
She like, nigga what you want
I'm like, trying to get some dome
She like, slide, he ain't home
Fuck that talking, girl just moan
While I beat it to the morn
My nigga, check your girlfriend's phone
I might be in there under daddy
She gon' lie and say that's her daddy
Well, she do call me daddy, but I'm no daddy
So many hoes, I can be a step daddy
Fuck school, every day a pep rally
On the block, tweaking in the alley
Missing my shot, bro got my alley
I'm in Florida, smoking on Cali
I'm in the back, back of the Caddy
Who want smoke, I'm dropping the Addy
I'll slide, just don't at me
High rise, I'm with them plugs
We ain't talking dimes, dubs
We talking pounds and above
Of them drugs
club going up on Monday
Jit, fuck a Tuesday
Chasing a bag bare feet, no shoelace
I can fuck around, get her a new waste
Dripping the sauce, yeah, new taste
Before you talk shit, get you some toothpaste
I'm like, ooh, I'm counting the blue face
I know you, niggas be two face
My best friend is my shadow
38 out if he wanna battle
We get it shaking just like a rattle
We see the sack, blitz, tackle
She getting wet, I may need to paddle
High in the clouds, I'm bouta just travel
New pack of grabba, I'ma unravel
Pack it up, pack it up, pack it up, pack it up
So loud, the neighbors gon' tattle
Slurring my words like I'm playing Scrabble
Ever since elementary, I was smoking kush up out the Apple
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Writer(s): Pedro Cartwright
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