PackedUp

Drevv You niggas ain't ready for this Gentle B I said please, don't let my BM cap and get your ass packed up In the back of the Tahoe, smokin' bruh, he got me gassed up I ain't even got a postage pole, just know if you run up, you gettin' flashed up I ain't even got a post this shit, I was trappin' but my phone stay tapped up These niggas say they steppers, but they keep dyin', but y'all be capped up Slow it down, stop smokin' out the pound If you really tryna get your racks up I call that bitch a glock, cause the hoe just started switchin I need some Windex, cause mud startin' to blur my vision Meditation, help me cope instead of pop a prescription Yeah, we livin' above our means, so that means that we finally livin And she'll do anything for children, even resort to strippin These niggas do anything to keep from bein' broke, she even resort to whippin I'll do anything for her, she bend over in that certain position Yeah, let me pull your hair, bitch, just let me get it I ain't talkin' Call of Duty when I say my old hood war zone I got feelings on both sides, just prayin' they don't get stomped on These niggas say they pimpin' and portrayin' that they Teflon Little did they know they easiest ones to get pressed on Thankful that it's Gucci under, I ain't gettin' pressed on Went through rain, sleet, snow with no boots, still pressed on Now they think I got the cheat code to the game And they mad, I guess it's buttons that I pressed on Please, don't let my BM cap and get your ass packed up In the back of the Tahoe smokin', bro, he got me gassed up I ain't gotta post this, bro, just know if you run up, you gettin' flashed up I ain't gotta post this shit, I was trappin' and my phone stayed tapped up These niggas say they step, but they keep dyin', y'all boys capped up Slow it down, stop smokin' out the pound If you really tryna get your racks up Ayy