Lyrics:
Pistol packing
Knuckle slacking
Bitch killa killa
Pistol pistol packing
Knuckle slacking
Bitch faggot killa
Pistol packing
Knuckle slacking
Bitch
I'm never lacking I send them pussies packing
I said I'm never lacking I send them pussies packing
Oh yeah I'm never lacking I send them pussies
uyabona baby you should know
I got my party bag party bag (yeah I got my party bag)
Yeah I'm packing something fresh something fresh (yeah I'm packing
If I'm down, if I'm bleeding
Send me packing back to Texas
If I should stop my reading
Send me packing back to Texas
Where the water's clear and I
cold, get a coat straight from mink
Uh
Pack in the, uh
Pack in the bitch
Pack in bitch, pack in the mail
Pack in gone, packing the shit
Pack and it gone,
I'm packing too
You could try to stand your ground but you'll get blown away, achoo
You say you want the smoke but can't even handle boof
I will pull
on, if you were thinking that the worst is yet to come
Why am I the one always packing up my stuff?
For once, for once, for once I get the feeling
of youngins in the streets
Know a lot of know a lot of youngins in the streets
All my little brothers gotta eat
All my little all my little brother packing heat
a line
Till no one there can see me alive
I don't want to give up
But I feel I'm at a loss
I'm invisible
Packing up, baby
Packing up, baby
Packing up,
packing up my bags
Packing up my bags, packing up my bags
I gotta catch a plane
Gotta catch a plane, gotta catch a plane
I can't be at home
Can't be
and my mentality
Is keeping it real, packing steel, getting high (keep it real)
We were beginners in the hood and my mentality
Is keeping it real,
down splurging on clothes (Designerrrr)
Margiela my feet a stack on my toes (Margiela me)
I'm back on my feet I'm back on da road (I'm packing)
No
the streets
Mama on a mission
Daddy packing heat
Nothing in the fridge
But I still had to eat
I know I don't look it but I came from the streets
Mama
Packing 'em
Packing 'em
Packing 'em cus I'm a
Packing 'em
Packing 'em like they my sauce
Dirty bitches get 'em off
Bossing up cus I'm a cool bitch
differently
Remember the days I was doing them shifts uh
Young nigga packing the heat
I do this for me and my family literally
I just be working for me
I bet
I'm packing up, let's go
I'm packing up, getting ready to go
I'm packing up, getting ready to go
I'm packing up, I'm getting ready to go
Oh,
My job is not nine to five, you think I work hard
You should see what my lawyer do
I'm packing out shows in Brooklyn and Dodging the haters
That shit
I'm packing packing packing
And I gotta fill the bag
I got weight on my shoulders
Ian using shoulder pads
And I know it's all mines but I don't like
having (Stay having)
Every time I pop out ya'll nigga stay capping (Stay capping)
Man I gotta stay protected man I stay packing (Stay packing)
Man I hate
a dead end
You facing the abbot
I'm a real kraken
Test me, see what I’m
Packing, packing
King of the Tekken
You thought you could tag-in
I got you a casket
looked at the brother and said you nasty
Whatever you want
Baby just depend on me
You know I'm packing what you need
You know I'm packing what you need
games
You finna play
Scheduled n****s
For the grim
A dinner date
Pulled up to the gates
Yall gone have to waite
Packing up dope by the crate
D-O-P-E
you go
Leaving in the morning
Pardon my ghost
Meet me by the fountain
Packing my bags
Grabbing onto something holding onto something
I quit smoking but
Three eyes open packing grade mixing potions
Hocus pocus i aint joking
Dead mans toe in the cauldron
Twist his bones and bend his back
All the way
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