Lyrics:
leaving, you know
How ?bout those Packers, think it?ll snow?
And the minute it?s over they?ll scatter like quail
Off down the freeway in the teeth
I spit the shit to make you're motherfuckin' dome sweat
Queens-bred, no Packer but a cheese head
Fat ass, fucking pussy until she's dead
Suede
a Green Bay Packer
And make that pussy pop like a firecracker
It's hard to concede
But why else would I be painting her house for free?
It ain't for my
drink
Well he went back to minding his memories
For awhile there we left him alone
We went back to minding our business
And the Cowboys and Packers
Packers shittin' on niggas
My tongue considered a laxative maxi pad
Leave the beat brown like Rihanna lips
Back washing to my gang
You don't wanna take
a tattoo
I feel like the Packers logo, I'm a G
These niggas be feeling cap, like knees
Fuck it, I'ma be the knees of bumblebees
Your mother is teaching
Nice Freaky Tah
Ha ha it's Group Home Management there. Shout outs
to Big ? and Big Chuck. Shout out to the Packers baby
get that moneeey. Yo yo yo
shafter
Whip cracker
King Snaker
Back breaker
(Empire, empire, empire builder)
Meat packer
Fruit stacker
No begger
Ham-and-egger
(Empire builder)
Trail
thirty-eight packer
Money stacker, t-shirt cakalaka
Verbal predator, fake rap attacker
Gotti jawbreaker, Roscoe the back cracker
Money makin, we smart like
this
Once or twice a day switch fits
Be a heat packer
Safe from the street jackers
I rock ice
The type of cat to hit a block twice
Call up once, sac run
attacking with force in all areas that you lack in
Farma fortified aspects represents me alone
Skill packer rapper gold diction, iron bones
Body's damaged
Break away, break free, it used to be me
To carry all the drama around
But some bitter packer too sips out of you
And I can’t believe what I’ve
attention
But really, I'm looking at them boys like they silly
Cause I know their handguns ain't gon' fuck wit this Milly
Cause I'm a pistol packer for
handguns ain't gon' fuck wit this Milly
'Cuz I'm a pistol packer for them jackers that try to attack us
No need to call the po po, 'cuz my fo fo gon' be my
on you small scale
Lyrical laggers, wanna be chrome packers
Spit the facts I'm bout the Lex and the Ac
My verbal combat will eliminate your whole habitat
Brains left in particles, fragments and fractions.
Grimm, the money stacker, heat packer.
I'm lurkin', I'm waitin', attackin' like a linebacker.
Fuck
Financial gain, but we ain't flash it
Mind on the money, that is my standard
G's on my head like I play with the Packers
Be prepared for the powers that be,
Antagonized with the hate
We turn to a vicious state
Our mouths it's just blood we taste
Uhh
So now I'm a pistol packer
We'll bring the war to these bastards
need no friends enemies deceased like a disease that was brought by crackers I release this shit a high jacker huh hold up gun packer in my book bag
38 on the matress
I need the cheese nigga just like the packers
Im sipping mud my cup is so nasty
Im with 3 hoes and i let em pass me
(hook)
Up all
a rabbit
Blue hair like I'm static
Money blue like the Magic
Money blue like Dallas
Money new like they packaged it
Green cheese like the packers
Gold
green like the Packers
I need my respect
You niggas ain’t seen none yet
Shoot at yo neck, fuck a vest
Schooling these niggas, they failing the test
Money
my time now, wasn't scheduled so I made it happen
Do whatever but it's too late, I'm stacking green like I'm from the packers bitch
Ya ain't ready for
still dead all disasters, y'all don't drug deal play in the snow like the packers
So stop talking block shit cuz you ain't a center, against me you always
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