TO CRASH OUT A MOCKINGBIRD

[Chorus]
Bitch don't fuck with the Pack Man, ay
All black beamer like he's Batman, ay
Bitch he ran it up, he the Rack Man, ay
When they on the block do the tap dance, hey

[Verse 1]
Never sweat in my armpits
I'm on Sixth Street, all black posted up with all my fucking sticks
My lil' shooter got Tourette's, he take care of all the ticks
Don't help Granny cross the road, we goin' rob that fucking lick
Ha, please help me
Nah, put that bitch in overdrive
No talking if you cash deprived
I'm banging till I'm ninety-five
I'm banging till I'm dead, I'll bang the Devil till' I'm back alive
More storage in this mag than all the folders in my Google Drive

[Verse 2]
Damn, shoot my op right in his forehead
Then I went and shot that bitch again so now he's more dead
Then I called up Grunk to swing on by 'cause I need more lead
Then I summon your bitch to the trap to get me more head, ugh

[Chorus]
Bitch don't fuck with the Pack Man, ay
All black beamer like he's Batman, ay
Bitch he ran it up, he the Rack Man, ay
When they on the block do the tap dance, hey

[Verse 3]
Bitch you know I'm never bluffing
Pockets fatter than Dave Blunts eating eighteen chocolate muffins
Put a cock up on my AK now that bitch gon' get to clucking
They call me the garbage man 'cause everyday I'm fucking dumping
And your bitch just like a shit coin, everyday I'm fucking pumping
And this Draco always cracking, it ain't even do no bunting
And my backpack just like Toodles, never know what I be clutching
And my rocks they got two bands, I never know when I be fucking, huh