Verse 1
They like Bixteen where you at? Still up in the Trap
Yeah I signed a deal, but where I'm at, Still up in the Trap
Why these niggas think we trying to fight? Boy, this ain't no match
If you reaching boy its certain death, promise you get, clapped
Yeah Yeah, Uh
Ima clear the room
They be talking like no limits soldier, Till they feel, that boom
With this trey pound, sweep a nigga block, like a broom
Feel like Ludicrous, 40 out that chop make em move
Heard them niggas on they block, Yeah
We gone leave em on the steps, Yea
My young nigga got a arm, Yeah
Should be playing for the mets, yea
I was walking with an arm, niggas ain't no I kept it
I be feeling like I'm Montay, but I be shooting like I'm Steph, yeah
Yea Yea, Uh
Hook
Tell em Niggas, Pack It Up
I like Baddies, That get Nasty
Told Lil Mama Back it Up
My lil bitch, she Jamaican
She say true, I'm acting
Told her, baby I can't help it
All my dollars adding up
Tell em Niggas, Pack It Up
I like Baddies, That get Nasty
Told Lil Mama Back it Up
My lil bitch, she Jamaican
She say true, I'm acting
Told her, baby I can't help it
All my dollars adding up
Verse 2
Its Bixteen, real rites know im tapped in
40 Glock, bet I make a nigga tap dance
Like Bitch Please, I ain't paying for no lap dance
These bad bitches, eat me up like they Ms. Pac-man
Got good dick
Women feel like they belong to me
Calling me
Baby, I can't give you all of me
Ball with me
Don't be asking me what wrong with me
I don't know shit, I just need you to be calm with me
VVS they be bussing
And I dare a nigga touch em
And I dare a nigga say something
Ill have bare niggas in your face, Buzzin
All my niggas they be heat clutching
I could see a pussy nigga, mean muggin
380, but I empty the clip, I came back with a 3 something
Deuce Deuce, I got Deuce to he a lose screw, He' ll leave something
If you really want to be Something, You ain't see nothing when the D's coming
Whole team full of steppers
Got a bag and a weapon
Don't be talking about no plays, while I'm on the line that get intercepted
Yea Yea, Uh
Hook
Tell em Niggas, Pack It Up
I like Baddies, That get Nasty
Told Lil Mama Back it Up
My lil bitch, she Jamaican
She say true, I'm acting
Told her, baby I can't help it
All my dollars adding up
Tell em Niggas, Pack It Up
I like Baddies, That get Nasty
Told Lil Mama Back it Up
My lil bitch, she Jamaican
She say true, I'm acting
Told her, baby I can't help it
All my dollars adding up
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English
Verse 1
They like Bixteen where you at? Still up in the Trap
Yeah I signed a deal, but where I'm at, Still up in the Trap
Why these niggas think we trying to fight? Boy, this ain't no match
If you reaching boy its certain death, promise you get, clapped
Yeah Yeah, Uh
Ima clear the room
They be talking like no limits soldier, Till they feel, that boom
With this trey pound, sweep a nigga block, like a broom
Feel like Ludicrous, 40 out that chop make em move
Heard them niggas on they block, Yeah
We gone leave em on the steps, Yea
My young nigga got a arm, Yeah
Should be playing for the mets, yea
I was walking with an arm, niggas ain't no I kept it
I be feeling like I'm Montay, but I be shooting like I'm Steph, yeah
Yea Yea, Uh
Hook
Tell em Niggas, Pack It Up
I like Baddies, That get Nasty
Told Lil Mama Back it Up
My lil bitch, she Jamaican
She say true, I'm acting
Told her, baby I can't help it
All my dollars adding up
Tell em Niggas, Pack It Up
I like Baddies, That get Nasty
Told Lil Mama Back it Up
My lil bitch, she Jamaican
She say true, I'm acting
Told her, baby I can't help it
All my dollars adding up
Verse 2
Its Bixteen, real rites know im tapped in
40 Glock, bet I make a nigga tap dance
Like Bitch Please, I ain't paying for no lap dance
These bad bitches, eat me up like they Ms. Pac-man
Got good dick
Women feel like they belong to me
Calling me
Baby, I can't give you all of me
Ball with me
Don't be asking me what wrong with me
I don't know shit, I just need you to be calm with me
VVS they be bussing
And I dare a nigga touch em
And I dare a nigga say something
Ill have bare niggas in your face, Buzzin
All my niggas they be heat clutching
I could see a pussy nigga, mean muggin
380, but I empty the clip, I came back with a 3 something
Deuce Deuce, I got Deuce to he a lose screw, He' ll leave something
If you really want to be Something, You ain't see nothing when the D's coming
Whole team full of steppers
Got a bag and a weapon
Don't be talking about no plays, while I'm on the line that get intercepted
Yea Yea, Uh
Hook
Tell em Niggas, Pack It Up
I like Baddies, That get Nasty
Told Lil Mama Back it Up
My lil bitch, she Jamaican
She say true, I'm acting
Told her, baby I can't help it
All my dollars adding up
Tell em Niggas, Pack It Up
I like Baddies, That get Nasty
Told Lil Mama Back it Up
My lil bitch, she Jamaican
She say true, I'm acting
Told her, baby I can't help it
All my dollars adding up
They like Bixteen where you at? Still up in the Trap
Yeah I signed a deal, but where I'm at, Still up in the Trap
Why these niggas think we trying to fight? Boy, this ain't no match
If you reaching boy its certain death, promise you get, clapped
Yeah Yeah, Uh
Ima clear the room
They be talking like no limits soldier, Till they feel, that boom
With this trey pound, sweep a nigga block, like a broom
Feel like Ludicrous, 40 out that chop make em move
Heard them niggas on they block, Yeah
We gone leave em on the steps, Yea
My young nigga got a arm, Yeah
Should be playing for the mets, yea
I was walking with an arm, niggas ain't no I kept it
I be feeling like I'm Montay, but I be shooting like I'm Steph, yeah
Yea Yea, Uh
Hook
Tell em Niggas, Pack It Up
I like Baddies, That get Nasty
Told Lil Mama Back it Up
My lil bitch, she Jamaican
She say true, I'm acting
Told her, baby I can't help it
All my dollars adding up
Tell em Niggas, Pack It Up
I like Baddies, That get Nasty
Told Lil Mama Back it Up
My lil bitch, she Jamaican
She say true, I'm acting
Told her, baby I can't help it
All my dollars adding up
Verse 2
Its Bixteen, real rites know im tapped in
40 Glock, bet I make a nigga tap dance
Like Bitch Please, I ain't paying for no lap dance
These bad bitches, eat me up like they Ms. Pac-man
Got good dick
Women feel like they belong to me
Calling me
Baby, I can't give you all of me
Ball with me
Don't be asking me what wrong with me
I don't know shit, I just need you to be calm with me
VVS they be bussing
And I dare a nigga touch em
And I dare a nigga say something
Ill have bare niggas in your face, Buzzin
All my niggas they be heat clutching
I could see a pussy nigga, mean muggin
380, but I empty the clip, I came back with a 3 something
Deuce Deuce, I got Deuce to he a lose screw, He' ll leave something
If you really want to be Something, You ain't see nothing when the D's coming
Whole team full of steppers
Got a bag and a weapon
Don't be talking about no plays, while I'm on the line that get intercepted
Yea Yea, Uh
Hook
Tell em Niggas, Pack It Up
I like Baddies, That get Nasty
Told Lil Mama Back it Up
My lil bitch, she Jamaican
She say true, I'm acting
Told her, baby I can't help it
All my dollars adding up
Tell em Niggas, Pack It Up
I like Baddies, That get Nasty
Told Lil Mama Back it Up
My lil bitch, she Jamaican
She say true, I'm acting
Told her, baby I can't help it
All my dollars adding up