Yung Savv - Pack Flipper (feat. Subii) Lyrics

Wooskii, I think we got one
Bitch gon' ask me to buy her a drink
Bitch, I don't even know you
Bryce did it again, ayy
A real nigga, bag getter
A real P, a packed flipper
I need a 304, a real gritter
I ain't f*ckin' with the hoe, if I know my man's hit her
A real nigga, bag getter
A real P, a packed flipper
I need a 304, a real gritter
I ain't f*ckin' with the hoe, if I know my man's hit her
(Ayy), petty bitch, all on Instagram doin' that dog shit
(Ayy), my next post that I post the, bitch, gon' log off quick
Talkin' to her best friend about me
(Ayy), hold on, lil' bitch, you don't know nothin' about me
Got my dick up in your mouth and you don't even know my name
(Ayy), hold on, wait lil' bitch, you think this shit is really a game
I got my sisters, got my mother, bitch
They'll whoop you out your chain, these niggas talkin' all that shit
F*ck around and meet the flame
(Ayy), bougie-ass bitch, salty-ass bitch
(Ayy), Big body, no eyes, cross ass, bitch
I'm right up on your shit, (Ayy)
And I'm on them dreadlocks, these niggas don't even want it
Got me gassed up, now I'm on your head top
Aye, a real nigga, bag getter
A real P, a packed flipper
I need a 304, a real gritter
I ain't f*ckin' with the hoe, if I know my man's hit her
A real nigga, bag getter
A real P, a packed flipper
I need a 304, a real gritter
I ain't f*ckin' with the hoe, if I know my man's hit her
You can catch me on the E-Way, dippin', swervin', switchin' lanes
Hell nah, this ain't my V, I got the keys up out yo mane
What the f*ck
Did this bitch call me out my name
She can tell me that she love me, she know I won't do the same
Told that bitch come bust down, check the score we up now
Triple-double touchdown, say she wanna f*ck now
He keep givin' run rounds, we gon' get him outta bounds
Niggas love that gun sound, don't get your ticket punched now
A real nigga, bag getter
A real P, a packed flipper
I need a 304, a real gritter
I ain't f*ckin' with the hoe, if I know my man's hit her
A real nigga, bag getter
A real P, a packed flipper
I need a 304, a real gritter
I ain't f*ckin' with the hoe, if I know my man's hit her
These niggas crumble for the bitch, but me, I'ma keep a P
I never trick up on a bitch for some shit I can get for free
Yeah, you look good, but let me know, are you a bag chaser
A leader, don't tell me that you a last placer
I'ma keep a hunnid, I ain't gon' sugarcoat shit, gotta have motion
Can't be f*ckin' with no broke bitch