Za Pack Lyrics

Za pack, ahhhh

Za pack, to the face, I'mma tweak out

Bad bitch, in the club, we gon' freak out

Get what you paid for, you done went the cheap route

I'mma keep on rappin', I don't wanna go the street route (uhhh)

But the packs is what I'm finna flip

AT got the wheel of the scat, he not gon' crash the whip

A hoe get in my face, it's guaranteed that I'mma smack this bitch

I was in the dungeon cookin' up where the dragons live

Cause everything I spit is fuckin' heat

Brodie, we don't wanna cop them shoes, you know them shits is beat

Brodie popped an unknown 30 and it got his system weak

What you made last year, yeah, I spent that shit on fits this week (ahh)

Bitch, I'mma designer head (what)

I don't wanna buy that wine, I need the finer red

Three, two, one hit the shot when the timer's dead

I'mma need the firearms, don't care what Brittany Griner said

Yeah, they better free my mans

If they think I'm not gon' blow, they better see my plans

Ring around the Rosé, little bitch, why you not holdin' hands

How you say you gettin' money but you is not showin' bands (bitch)

Bro, keep your trap shut

Feel like Dora in this bitch, I got the map up

You was lyin' in your edit, get your cap cut

You can't flow on these beats and your rap's suck

Bitch, you rode the short bus

What you finna do if you can't let the torch bust

Bitch got the same size teeth as a horse does

You don't gotta cop, just press a like to support us

So much ice up on my neck, they gon' deport us

800-pound life pockets is enormous

Ain't no stimmies goin' around for money, there's a shortage

Do you really need that 2K to pay your mortgage

Damn, shorty givin' slow neck just like a tortoise

Shorty told me put the dick in her like she was porous

Since a jit had the choppa singin' like a chorus

Only time you ever let your choppa off was in the forest

Only time I'm in the forest is to meet my plug

Let the 40 off two times, feelin' like I'm Dugg

Money in the mattress, put the pills underneath the rug

Need a rich thick, bitch, I ain't fuckin' with no scrubs

Yeah, I'm married to the money, where's the matrimony

Choppa speak the word of God, I think my straps is holy

Preacher told me that I need to go and scrap the stoley

I ain't never pay attention to what a fat bitch told me (ahh)

Bitch, you need to lose weight (weight)

Shorty built like Shaq back in '08 (damn)

She a hungry bitch, ate the whole plate (fat)

Told her put it in her mouth like some Colgate

You can't relive this shit, you can't hit rewind

I been in first place and you still behind

You ain't get the light of day, you tryna steal my shine

If I was homeless, you would still try to steal my sign

Bad bitch in my phone ain't gon' kill no time

Told her pull up to the crib and I'mma twist her spine

Hit a switch on a bitch and made her sister mine

Yeah, that's some young, rich, real shit