Packing

Yeah i got it (huh)
Bitch you know i got it (what)
All the chronic (hot shit)
Dime bag in my pocket (bitch i flip it)
Hit me up (cash app)
Nigga want a quarter pound (super loud)
Got you slumped (took too much)
Put a light-weight on the ground (put him out)
Yeah im stackin all the packs of the guala (packin fire)
I ride a rari, bitch you sportin an impala (zoom zoom zoom)
I worship nothing, you is praying to the allah (asalamalakun)
Know what im saying, see yo chick and then i holla (ay lul shorty)

And then i make the bitch cream
Take her to my house
Then i lick her pussy clean
Got her so aroused
When im playin with her bean
Eat her out so good
She cannot help but just to scream

Nigga try to test me, you get beat
Yes i would (with the gat)
Nigga wanna squabble from the beef
Know i should (hit you fast)
Knock you to the ground, got you sleep
In my hood (bitch you lack)
Take a knife up to your throat its deep
Cut you good
Yes i could

Pull my long sleeve up
To let my diamonds glow (im drippin)
If im trynna stunt
I let my patek show (stay wishin)
If you wanna get buck
Im busting through yo door (unforgiven)
I raid your place super fast
You thought it was a ghost