Pack You! Lyrics

Oh you think you a ape?, nigga, I'm a Gorilla I'm in a stoley, hotboxin' with killas'

Glock 26, make em dance like a triller These niggas be snitchin', now they gotta feel us

Like, why would you tell when you know you ain't have to

Now the whole gang tryna hop out and pack you

Big-ass gun on me like I'm a fat dude

It was only the slidin', and then I started rap too

They cannot put me to bed, I won't lay down

Spot who I want, I'ma slide like a playground

Why the opp hoes want to eat me like takeout?

Fuck her, then she let me know where y'all stay now

I make a call and I get the boy gone

He diss on the net, leave his head on the phone

These niggas be pussy, we can't get along

These heavy racks all in my body, I'm strong

They know that I'm poppin', won't play with a bitch

And if you movin' funny, your face'll get hit

They know that I keep me a stick

I can't ever lose, so these lil' niggas think I'm a glitch

Like, where is the pressure

I'm fendin' for smoke

If we get into it, no reason for hope

I fuck with my GDs, but lil' bro a loc

If he spin like a CD, get put on a post

Bitch, I'm number one and I'm not number two

You diss on the gang, I'ma up it at you

And I'm crazy as fuck, niggas know I'm a fool

Cause I don't give a fuck and I'm breakin' the rules

Like niggas be 12, they cops

Hollow tip bullets gon' take him up top

He think that I'm pussy, I'm not

He tried to run off, that lil' nigga got popped

Oh, you wanna fuck with the opps

Now you in the picture, I better get cropped

This lil' ho just gave me the drop

So tell me, is you really fuckin' or not

Cause right now it really just look like you not, bro

No, it ain't nothin' to put cheese on your taco

I'm on the block with my dreadheads and vatos

Try to spin on us, get left with a pothole

When a opp nigga die, we hotboxin' da stu

He jump in his water, get wet like a pool

Oh these niggas be dissin', they think that it's cool

Now a whole lotta shots comin' from me to you

Oh you think you a ape?, nigga I'm a gorilla

I'm in a stoley, hotboxin' with killers

Glock 26, make him dance like a triller

These niggas be snitchin', now they gotta feel us

Like, why would you tell when you know you ain't have to

Now the whole gang tryna hop out and pack you

Big-ass gun on me like I'm a fat dude

It was only the slidin' and then I started rap too