Packed Up

[Intro: Lee Drilly]
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Lee Drilly
(24 is the G.O.A.T.)
94Gz, no Gz like these, you heard? We jack Bs, we jack bigger Bs, drop my shit, we gon' let it squeeze
Got Preme with me, that's the Double-G
E-Wuu with me, JB with me
Double, Drilly
Grrah

[Verse 1: Premegotracks]
They don't wanna see a Drilly in a double
Keep big knock, bitch, I don't like to tussle
She like, "Premegotracks, I wanna fuck too"
Bitch, eat up, I don't got time to cuddle
A nigga run up on me, I'ma click it
Can't beef with the S, them niggas be snitchin'
Nigga, Rico got shot, started bitchin'
[?] got shot in his head, started twitchin'
JB in the cut tryna score a basket
E up in the cut with a automatic
Lee just pulled up with some big shit
Some shit so big, can't fit up in his jacket
Go and hit the block, call me up a thot
She gon' eat me up and they gon' get the drop
If they gettin' jiggy, then I bunny hop
Shoot him in his face then get low from the cops
Real bad bitch, yeah, I know she clap shit
But she suck it good, the bitch real nasty
Told that lil' nigga, "Don't spin in no taxi
I'll leave a nigga brains on the backseat"
I'm a young dog, bitch, I move too tact
If he shoot at me, bitch, I'm shooting back
All these guns we got, we could never lack
Ayy, four Double-G, put that on the map
She ate me up then kissed me, how my dick taste?
Smokin' hella za', got that shit from 8th
Leap up out the cut, boom him in his face
Jakes up on our ass, bitch, we do the race
Big ass .40, aim it at his noggin
A nigga run up on me, I get straight to flockin'
With a couple Drillys and we bunny hoppin'
Double-G to Drilly we gon' let it flock

[Verse 2: Lee Drilly]
Always outside, why these niggas frontin'? (Like, what?)
Bet they see me in person, they runnin'
Only in the party if I got my gun in
I advise you not to try no dumb shit
Ask about my drills, told 'em I do nothin'
Niggas rap, that ain't up for discussion
But they stole the drugs, I got 'em for a hundred
They be sayin' I'm lit when I walk in
How I deal with opps when they get to bluffin'? (Beat 'em, beat 'em)
Ask them, they gon' tell you that I punched 'em
How I deal with bitches when they get to frontin'?
Told her, "[?]," she like, "I love 'em"
Light skin baby, tryna be my London
Back my dick out, now she wanna suck it
Side bitch callin', shorty, she be buggin'
That's how I laughed in them sheets, but in the streets, I go move quick
Every nigga who call you brother ain't your broski
That's why I don't make a lot of homies
Certain niggas fake, other niggas phony
So you always see me by my doley
But I ain't never lackin', keep my poley
Boy, I'm lettin' off eight like I'm Kobe
Gotta cut the grass, niggas plottin' lowkey, tryna do me 90, I gotta stay OP
Money my favorite high, I gotta chase that
Never chased any bitch, I know they hate that (At all)
And don't ask me to eat it, I don't play that
But if you wanna eat me, then just say that
That's how Lee Drilly put on and be laid back
Threw a bag on his head, tell him, "Take that"
With E-Wuu, the ally, I know you make that
Bitches runnin' track, some niggas runnin' race tracks
That's on bro, me and E on that timin'
Free MB, he locked down on the island
40 still actin', bug up in Horizon
JB Sleeze promotin' the violence
TBellz still sittin' in silence
And the Courts niggas keep on dyin'
No love, rap cap, he lyin'
OYs in Harlem, so why they meat ridin'?
Niggas actin' real, but they really snakes (Like, what?)
And they chattin', but we know it's fake
Said if I see buzzin', leave him DOA
But he mentioned my deads, now that's a mistake (Yagi)
Ran down, don't know what to say
Like, niggas wanna—
Don't care if thats my cousin, nigga, I start buggin', nigga, when I up it, send his ass to Blay
Catch [?], I'ma bust that, really bust that shit, baow, baow
If a [?] gettin' tagged, then we up that, nigga, up that shit, māthā
I don't freeze like Gotti, [?] gon' bang on Lotti
[?] thirty deep like Scotty
So who you gon' call when you got nobody?
Shmoney dancin', smokin' on this Bobby