Packed up if you act up
Tell that bitch to get her bags up
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All my niggas put they bands up, put ya hands up
We ain't ever doing hand outs cause we can't trust shit I might just
Packed out in the jeweler
Shit we bussing out a pack yeah in Aruba
I been doing this for too long gotta move up
Still dreaming of them nights when I kept the tool up
Money shooter
Driving with no backset
This a two door you so used to riding Ubers eating two bros
If you leave you a loser
Bust a new hoe, if she want me on the scene tell her we don't do those
Packed up if you act up
Tell that bitch to get her bags up
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All my niggas put they bands up, put ya hands up
We ain't ever doing hand outs cause we can't trust shit I might just
Little brokie bitch I tell her back up
(Yeah)
Tell that bitch I tell her back up
(Yeah)
Get the racks up nigga get your bags up
Racks out cause we can now
Let a nigga try and act up that's a man down
And these niggas always on me that's ya dome piece
Yeah did it by my lonely nigga no sleep
And married to the game over here no cold feet
F*cking with my name leaving you dying slowly
You ain't ever know me that's ya dome piece
Yeah you ain't ever know me we ain't homies (Yeah)
Packed up if you act up
Tell that bitch to get her bags up
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All my niggas put they bands up, put ya hands up
We ain't ever doing hand outs cause we can't trust shit I might just
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Packed up if you act up
Tell that bitch to get her bags up
Section backed up
All my niggas put they bands up, put ya hands up
We ain't ever doing hand outs cause we can't trust shit I might just
Packed out in the jeweler
Shit we bussing out a pack yeah in Aruba
I been doing this for too long gotta move up
Still dreaming of them nights when I kept the tool up
Money shooter
Driving with no backset
This a two door you so used to riding Ubers eating two bros
If you leave you a loser
Bust a new hoe, if she want me on the scene tell her we don't do those
Packed up if you act up
Tell that bitch to get her bags up
Section backed up
All my niggas put they bands up, put ya hands up
We ain't ever doing hand outs cause we can't trust shit I might just
Little brokie bitch I tell her back up
(Yeah)
Tell that bitch I tell her back up
(Yeah)
Get the racks up nigga get your bags up
Racks out cause we can now
Let a nigga try and act up that's a man down
And these niggas always on me that's ya dome piece
Yeah did it by my lonely nigga no sleep
And married to the game over here no cold feet
F*cking with my name leaving you dying slowly
You ain't ever know me that's ya dome piece
Yeah you ain't ever know me we ain't homies (Yeah)
Packed up if you act up
Tell that bitch to get her bags up
Section backed up
All my niggas put they bands up, put ya hands up
We ain't ever doing hand outs cause we can't trust shit I might just
Tell that bitch to get her bags up
Section backed up
All my niggas put they bands up, put ya hands up
We ain't ever doing hand outs cause we can't trust shit I might just
Packed out in the jeweler
Shit we bussing out a pack yeah in Aruba
I been doing this for too long gotta move up
Still dreaming of them nights when I kept the tool up
Money shooter
Driving with no backset
This a two door you so used to riding Ubers eating two bros
If you leave you a loser
Bust a new hoe, if she want me on the scene tell her we don't do those
Packed up if you act up
Tell that bitch to get her bags up
Section backed up
All my niggas put they bands up, put ya hands up
We ain't ever doing hand outs cause we can't trust shit I might just
Little brokie bitch I tell her back up
(Yeah)
Tell that bitch I tell her back up
(Yeah)
Get the racks up nigga get your bags up
Racks out cause we can now
Let a nigga try and act up that's a man down
And these niggas always on me that's ya dome piece
Yeah did it by my lonely nigga no sleep
And married to the game over here no cold feet
F*cking with my name leaving you dying slowly
You ain't ever know me that's ya dome piece
Yeah you ain't ever know me we ain't homies (Yeah)
Packed up if you act up
Tell that bitch to get her bags up
Section backed up
All my niggas put they bands up, put ya hands up
We ain't ever doing hand outs cause we can't trust shit I might just
Writer: Julian Trompeter, Lauren Martinez
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