packemup!

Huh huh huh huh
Huh huh hmm
Hmm hmm
I don't write no songs
I don't write my wrongs
Yeah I know it's wrong
Best they know where I'm going

Look I cannot deny
Fuck white suit and ties
They crossing all the lines
All they white lies

Packemup! Packemup! Packemup! Packemup!
Packemup! Packemup! Packemup! Packemup!

How low they go? We'll never know
Got a better chance at cashing out with bro-bro
All these rich pricks steady acting like some broke ho's
We don't take no pics, you ain't never met the bro code

Mendoza that's a mountain, my way up I be counting
Speakers bouncing, I'm up there for pound for pound shit
Still gon' downshift, still be swerving in the south, shit
Ain't no house shit, don't you see my fucking outfit
I rock and roll, the weed been taking a toll
I'm still locked in with my goals
Still locked in with my ho's
Man I hate when they link for the doja
Flippin' these birds to these muhfucking vultures
Flippin' this work for the muhfucking culture
Killin' em verse for the muhfucking culture

Told em speed up, speed up, speed up
My neck frío, frío, frío
Got homies in the field, field, field
They gotta free up, free up, free up
Been in my bag since back in the day
I took that bag then I went to the bank
Don't even ask why this shit gon' stank man
You know it's filled with dank man
Eenie meenie miny moe, I got lots of Losa flows
How long on the payment bro? Need it to the decimal
Walk around my city ho, I ain't Phil Kessel ho
I still stay on ten, I grew up on Tenth
I still dodge the press and I always clean my mess
I can't waste no fucking time, gotta go and live this life

Packemup! Packemup! Packemup! Packemup!
Packemup! Packemup! Packemup! Packemup!

How low they go? We'll never know
Got a better chance at cashing out with bro-bro
All these rich pricks steady acting like some broke hoes
We don't take no pics, you ain't never met the bro code

It feel good to be back, I'll tell you that
Damn right



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