CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : WILLYPACK
(AV with that drip, ho)
Gang
Put the money in the bag, put it in
Ayy Lex, where you at, bro?
I'm on the block that you can't even hang
Only time that you hittin' a lane switch
Going rounds I'm bustin' all on her face
Tryna go with the pace and you can't, b*t*h
I cannot sleep 'til the gang rich
Ridin' around with the same stick
F**k around, talk about one my brothers
I'm uppin' that fire, we aim quick
Fake this, b*t*h, I'm going ape sh*t
Shawty gon' top me up 'cause I been feelin' anxious
That lil' boy, he talk a lot so bullets hit his braces
If I aim, know it's gon' be hittin', ain't no grazin', b*t*h
Yo', I'm back
Isaac's mom was just licking my sack, ayy
Smokin' on that Willy pack, ayy
I'm finna run 'em like track, ayy
I'm gonna punch in the mac, ayy
I ate her up like a snack, ayy
She be riding my horn, yuh
My sh*t be poppin' like corn, yuh
Hey yo', isaacwhy
What Packgod?
Why the f**k wеre you born? (Yeah, yeah)
I smokе on that pack, I told 'em they gotta get back
I'm runnin' them down on the track
I'm totin' a grrrat and now all they heads gonna splat
Shoutout to larry, my slatt
And Xanakin be doing crack and Willy be wack
I'm in yo' server and I'm smokin' on gas
Yeah, is yo' mom nicknamed $atori?
'Cause I'm hittin' that b*t*h from the back
Willy be eating that piece of that pasta
That 'roni, that phony, he be stealing my clothing
And Tanner be twirling and rolling and licking
My Cuban, I think that his mama be homing 'em
Slide to your motherf**kin' trap, now you trapped
I look you in the face, I'm like we really doin' this?
It's me and Larry and Willy, why you tryna test me, boy? (Boy, if you don't—)
You know we ain't new to this
Zero morality, causing fatalities
I'm on a killing spree, you ain't gon' ruin it
They call me Packgod when I'm in the VC
Ain't nobody speakin', you know how I'm airin' it
I got a .50 round drum and I'm sharin' it
I got yo rent on my body, I'm wearin' it
Speak on the gang, then it's war, we declarin' it
Buy you a casket and Larry's preparin' it
I'm eatin' pears and sh*t, you is a vegetable
F**k out my face 'fore you trip in this reticle
I keep the defense on me like a sentinel
All my arms big like they Mr. Incredible
B*t*h, I'm feelin' f**king incredible
B*t*h, all my opps needing some medical
Quick 'cause they just ain't ever was ready for this
Softwilly, why you built like a d**k?
Softwilly, why you built like a brick?
Softwilly, why you built like a b*t*h?
Uh, oh my god, give me a sec (Give me one second)
It's Barack Obama and I'm f**king snapping on this track
I told Softwilly's mother to bring that a** back (Yessir)
Hey, Yung Kage
Yeah, what's up?
You can gargle on this sack
I'm in the f**king Oval Office and I'm smokin' that pack
Barack, if you don't shut yo stupid milkshake, steak and bake cheesy, fish stick, truck driver, bed bath and beyond employee of the month, midget, plastic fork, lamppost, dusty keyboard, belt buckle, leg warmer, cinder block, Canadian flag, soy sauce packet lookin' a** up, my n***a
You stupid hairy nut suck, drum stick...
Gang
Put the money in the bag, put it in
Ayy Lex, where you at, bro?
I'm on the block that you can't even hang
Only time that you hittin' a lane switch
Going rounds I'm bustin' all on her face
Tryna go with the pace and you can't, b*t*h
I cannot sleep 'til the gang rich
Ridin' around with the same stick
F**k around, talk about one my brothers
I'm uppin' that fire, we aim quick
Fake this, b*t*h, I'm going ape sh*t
Shawty gon' top me up 'cause I been feelin' anxious
That lil' boy, he talk a lot so bullets hit his braces
If I aim, know it's gon' be hittin', ain't no grazin', b*t*h
Yo', I'm back
Isaac's mom was just licking my sack, ayy
Smokin' on that Willy pack, ayy
I'm finna run 'em like track, ayy
I'm gonna punch in the mac, ayy
I ate her up like a snack, ayy
She be riding my horn, yuh
My sh*t be poppin' like corn, yuh
Hey yo', isaacwhy
What Packgod?
Why the f**k wеre you born? (Yeah, yeah)
I smokе on that pack, I told 'em they gotta get back
I'm runnin' them down on the track
I'm totin' a grrrat and now all they heads gonna splat
Shoutout to larry, my slatt
And Xanakin be doing crack and Willy be wack
I'm in yo' server and I'm smokin' on gas
Yeah, is yo' mom nicknamed $atori?
'Cause I'm hittin' that b*t*h from the back
Willy be eating that piece of that pasta
That 'roni, that phony, he be stealing my clothing
And Tanner be twirling and rolling and licking
My Cuban, I think that his mama be homing 'em
Slide to your motherf**kin' trap, now you trapped
I look you in the face, I'm like we really doin' this?
It's me and Larry and Willy, why you tryna test me, boy? (Boy, if you don't—)
You know we ain't new to this
Zero morality, causing fatalities
I'm on a killing spree, you ain't gon' ruin it
They call me Packgod when I'm in the VC
Ain't nobody speakin', you know how I'm airin' it
I got a .50 round drum and I'm sharin' it
I got yo rent on my body, I'm wearin' it
Speak on the gang, then it's war, we declarin' it
Buy you a casket and Larry's preparin' it
I'm eatin' pears and sh*t, you is a vegetable
F**k out my face 'fore you trip in this reticle
I keep the defense on me like a sentinel
All my arms big like they Mr. Incredible
B*t*h, I'm feelin' f**king incredible
B*t*h, all my opps needing some medical
Quick 'cause they just ain't ever was ready for this
Softwilly, why you built like a d**k?
Softwilly, why you built like a brick?
Softwilly, why you built like a b*t*h?
Uh, oh my god, give me a sec (Give me one second)
It's Barack Obama and I'm f**king snapping on this track
I told Softwilly's mother to bring that a** back (Yessir)
Hey, Yung Kage
Yeah, what's up?
You can gargle on this sack
I'm in the f**king Oval Office and I'm smokin' that pack
Barack, if you don't shut yo stupid milkshake, steak and bake cheesy, fish stick, truck driver, bed bath and beyond employee of the month, midget, plastic fork, lamppost, dusty keyboard, belt buckle, leg warmer, cinder block, Canadian flag, soy sauce packet lookin' a** up, my n***a
You stupid hairy nut suck, drum stick...
