Lyrics:
packer not a killer
inna the beat unnu see me a fi kill amm better than them nuff a the man them a fi feel amm steady vibes on vibes them a fi feel amm pan
a little juice now (I get my juice)
Each and every time you smooth-out yeah
You got it, you got, you got yeah
Becca, packer, packer wooden packer
She said:
Put the ball on a dot
It's a long long dynasty
Long line on the season tickets
You a Packer fan, you a packer fan
If you're not, then you're not
Young
Rodgers, I'm a know packer
Putting belt to ass fuck the opps, yeah they not a factor
Big paper, making hella bred I'm finna scam a scammer
Risk taker, give
head
Motherfucker I will Green Bay Packer you
Have a whole football team of niggas after you
Like the public turn, when will you fucking learn
Now
Green Bay Packers finna put you to the test
With strength running shit from the east to the west
Yeah we taking over the fucking Midwest
Strength running
Fother! Cirujano Nocturno
G-Boy
Oye que frecura ahora Caja Musical
Olla! Haciendo un Jerk pero olla
Coño Tuto! Oye Packer, tamo en olla coñazo
packers, rat packer
Fly nigga, I'm the venomous stack attractor
Mack attacker, pimp slapper, the track cracker
Epitome of nice, after rainbow, press
Meanwhile, Chuckie beats it down the alley
By the chicken packer's
By the time I reach the corner they've all vanished
Just a deaf kid talking like Popeye
Peep my ish, when I flips next I flash
With the Cracker Jacker
A true Loot Packer
Gettin' versatile when I smile toastin' to the funk
All punks put
Peep my ish, when I flips next I flash
With the Cracker Jacker
A true Loot Packer
Gettin' versatile when I smile toastin' to the funk
All punks put
Meanwhile, Chuckie beats it down the alley
By the chicken packer's
By the time I reach the corner they've all vanished
Just a deaf kid talking like Popeye
Peep my ish, when I flips next I flash with the Cracker Jacker
A true Loot Packer
Gettin versatile when I smile toastin to the funk
All punks put
Habits
Ballin hard 2k or Madden
Blowing smoke I blew a gasket
Bout cheese like Green Bay Packers
Pants sagging there's a reason for it
Extra clips like
snapping or something
Narcolepsy the way you niggas nappin or something
No Mitchell and Ness a nigga not capn for nothing
Imma cheese head Green Bay packers
than a packers lead... yea
I got a dark soul
I’m tryna find my way, but life been like a dark hole
No charcoal, I came from the bottom
I swear to god
bring you to the bay
Take out my dick I'm a packer
You lying you cap, you lying you trap
But your bitches shake ass they got clappers
I got the bit,
They'll off ya set like you fuck wit cardi
Fuck yo opinion
Get yo cash up
My girl ask me whats my favorite color
I say Green Bae like a Packer
Like
and clean my money straight and my gat fold
If you know me you know I be trapping tan
I'll put some cheese on ya head like a packer fan
Ain't never went
a trickle for me
Outright
Piccadilly backstreet packer by night
Stripped of your insight
It's cut down to the core
No one to distract this motive
Your
Well I'm a last minute packer
I wait til the morning after
Yes, I'm a last minute packer
I wait til the morning after
I like to be under the gun
When
than a packers lead, yea (Ouu)
I got a dark soul
I’m tryna find my way, but life been like a dark hole
No charcoal, I came from the bottom
I swear to god
Green Bay Packers we be packin' that cheese, cheeseheads
Got that cheese on my mind, don't be playin' you ain't stoppin' the grind
Gimme the green, Green
in the ghost go ghost
She got got the pistol
And the pack will post
She got the pistol packer
Turn to toast cuz I shoot you in the throat
Im with
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