PACKIN UP

[Chorus: G. Britton]
Why you always talking shit, but never back it up?
Why the fuck you always saying shit that's never adding up?
Y'all been tryna put me under, and I've fucking had enough
The only time you in the bag is when you fucking packing up
Why you always talking shit, but never back it up?
Why the fuck you always saying shit that's never adding up?
Y'all been tryna put me under, and I've fucking had enough
The only time you in the bag is when you fucking packing up (Chyeah)

[Verse 1: G. Britton]
I been hearing things about myself I didn't know, huh
Tarnishing my name, so now I got him in the scope, huh
If I catch you stuntin', putting fifty in your dome, huh
Call me Heisenberg, because the shit I mix is dope
Bitch, you know
How are you planning to humble me?
Homie, you know that you cannot keep up with me, huh
Soon, I'll be living in luxury
Oh, it's so funny to see that you under me, huh
On it, though now I see comfortably
Knowing you pose as a fan and then fuck with me, huh
A legend is what I am gonna be
No need to proceed, you won't get in front of me, huh
Face it, I'm really a threat (Huh)
Someone that you cannot manage (Aye)
Thinking you one of the best?
Honestly, fucking outlandish
You cannot compete, standing to me
You'll prolly end up in the name of this beat
I could just take a look into your eyes, and it cause you to panic and freeze

[Chorus: G. Britton, RO-B. Z.]
Why you always talking shit, but never back it up?
Why the fuck you always saying shit that's never adding up?
Y'all been tryna put me under, and I've fucking had enough
The only time you in the bag is when you fucking packing up
Why you always talking shit, but never back it up?
Why the fuck you always saying shit that's never adding up?
Y'all been tryna put me under, and I've fucking had enough
The only time you in the bag is when you fucking packing up (Chyeah, RO-B. Z.!)

[Verse 2: RO-B. Z.]
Britton be my shooter, I tell his Uzi where to aim (Aim)
He think he Carti, way he teethe on red, I'll hit him in his fangs (Fangs)
This bitch suck me smooth and think we cool 'till I fuck 'round with their brain (Brain)
One man army 'till they bloody
Sorry, you a body, not a name
Fuck with me 'till you get that seizure
I go bezerk when I take what's mine (Oh, my God)
Trap Lord Ferg when I put in work (Baby!)
I'm taking heads as I'm making lives (Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo!)
Start with me, and I'm finna come meet you
Fuck a rap beef, come choke on this rope I tied
Right around your throat, this lynching gone lethal
Won't hold my strikes like I did with Kibe (Fuck Kibe!)
Heard people fucking with my money, what Cole say on that Thug track?
Something about life and funds, these fuckers ain't ready for the brunt of Rob's wrath (Roof)
I paid for all of your studio time, you was shifty getting my product back
Telling me stories, are they truth or lies?
Don't act childish when I'm calling cap, come face me like a man (Bitch)
That you will never be, fuck with my biz', enemies 'till the death of me
Piss on your grave, only thing that is quenching the flames you experiencing
From the pits of hell that I sent your soul to rest in
You made your bed and laid in it, found a head under your blanket
And the next one I take is the one above your neck
And if you run your mouth, I'll enjoy your lips until I take your breath
Bloodsucker, suck my cum since you're so hungry to be fed
Let my brodie take his turn with you, spitroast and cook you
Sear your flesh, dead! (Brrah!)

[Chorus: G. Britton, Dr. Classified]
Why you always talking shit, but never back it up?
Why the fuck you always saying shit that's never adding up?
Y'all been tryna put me under, and I've fucking had enough
The only time you in the bag is when you fucking packing up
Why you always talking shit, but never back it up?
Why the fuck you always saying shit that's never adding up?
Y'all been tryna put me under, and I've fucking had enough (Yuh)
The only time you in the bag is when you fucking packing up (Uh, what, yuh)

[Verse 3: Dr. Classified]
Tell me why you fuckin’ actin’ up? (Yup)
Bitch, you better pack it up (Yup)
Tell your bitch to back it up (Yup)
While I keep my weapon tucked (Aye, aye)
If you try to play me, I’ll be the one to have your casket shut (Casket shut)
Eatin’ on this beat, and I’mma kill your ass right after lunch (That's right)
Mortal Kombat level gore with all your friends watching (Fatality, watching)
When you play my verse, better turn it up like seven notches (Seven)
Rappers act invincible, ignore people that said to stop it (Yup)
R.I.P. to Pop, it's been a few years but respect, I’m offerin’ (Yup)
Who the motherfucker with long hair? (Aye, aye)
Future lookin’ pretty odd there (Aye, aye)
Rappin’ on a beat, he a song sayer (Aye, aye)
Brodie goin’ too fast on the bop there (Aye, aye, aye)
Hit a motherfucker with an AK (Yuh)
Let it aim, spray on the block all day, ay (Yuh, yuh)
I don't really fuck with the naysay (Yuh, yeah)
Talk too hoarse when you halt my vacay (Yeah, yeah)
Y’all is too satin soft (What), wish your kick had met the rocks (What)
Think you the hero of rap when you just a villain, not Joker but Sephiroth (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pardon all my language, but it's fuck you and fuck your friends involved (Fuck 'em)
I ain't done my speakin’ 'til you’ve learned your fuckin’ lesson, dawg (Yeah, that's right)
I’m causin’ forest fires when I speak up on the mic (What)
Red moon, dead soon, is you when I go off the mind (Yeah)
My freestyle is better than the stupid little bars you write (Yup)
I can't take no more of this, your music just be awful, like damn