lmao Lyrics

Lines up on my face

Bitch that's from smiling all the time

He brought expensive shit from Paris and that shit just taste like wine

I'm having trouble finding balance need to keep my ass inside

Y'all be impressed at all my scraps I hoard production out of pride

I tell 'em "Packboy been an artist I'm just rapping on the side"

It's marijuana or a verse but you can always hit my line

Popped a couple Barts and now I'm naked and afraid

They dropped pack in a vat of acid now I can't feel any pain

It's THC and Robotussin got me dancing in the rain

Bitch I'm in Europe with some Guiris touring castles out in Spain

Caught a whiff of gasoline you know it's diesel in this spliff

I'm splitting samples in the crib you know it's Packboy by the riff

I'm at your party with a backpack and I'm leaving with a case

Your bitch is showing up with muffins and she's leaving with a taste

(Shoutout to Amtrak)

My new shit like amacing grace

My granny mad I finished my whole plate without saying grace

I'm off them drugs and it's a mixture

Smell of raid, got mama's face and pop's addictions