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thakingali, $uave - packin em up lyrics

[pre+chorus: $uave]
i do what i want, you do what you can
i’m on the block, noah fant
these n+ggas be hoes, no offense
you posting that hoe, but that sh+t not a flex
got work on the bench, i be serving the press
i f+ck on his hoe now he mad and depressed
n+gga want beef say less, she on her knees like amen

[chorus: $uave & thakingali]
uh, yeah, (yeah) b+tch i’m in traffic bags in the trunk
and i be outside like a muhf+ckin monk (i be outside)
first n+gga to play he get put in a dump, uh (yeah)
n+ggas be acting i do my own stunts
roll that boy up like a bag of the runtz (tss tss)
no call of duty i’m packin a punch
tag on his toe i’m packin em up (tag tag)

[verse: $uave & thakingali]
she give me that neck while i’m rolling a blunt
i say what i want she say that i’m blunt
the work in the back if you need a front
get hit like you ricky don’t care where you from
you want the beef i got the a1
i’m looking for green like i’m draymond
she want a ring but i want the jaws
he wanted the smoke now he a kabob (woo, woo)
d+mn, stick in my pocket it look like a javelin (i got a stick)
i don’t wanna f+ck she smell like a talbot
back door the plug cuz the pack was inadequate
b+tch i ain’t havin it, wanna push up ima hop out the challenger
a fiend for the perk n+ggas a scavenger
you sent your b+tch up to cop now i’m taxin her (tax, tax, tax)
uh, n+ggas be iffy like dennis
when we run up man that n+gga panic
got hit in the trap but she call it romantic
that boy on the block ima hop out and send it
uh, slide (slide)
get em (get em)
mask down hit em (graa, graa)
i need the cash i need the riches (i need the cash)
you sit on your phone and you worry bout b+tches (bout a b+tch)
i look at my phone and i’m worried bout digits
my brother he crazy he need a prescription
i’m not master p but i don’t gotta limit
this ain’t call of duty but i’m at the shipment
n+ggas don’t be bout it they wanna ribbit
i been creeping in all black like a ninja
i feel like j. cole i’m a born sinner
i love when the 30 got a twin sister
[chorus: $uave & thakingali]
(where you at bro)
b+tch i’m in traffic, bags in the trunk (i got the bag)
and i be outside like a muhf+ckin monk (i be outside)
first n+gga to play he get put in a dump
uh, n+ggas be acting i’m do my own stunts (yeah)
roll that boy up like a bag of the runtz (gas)
no call of duty i’m packin a punch
tag on his toe i’m packin em up

- thakingali uave lyrics

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