Packed Out

Lyrics

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.] I've been running up a bag, counting racks out We illegal up in Vegas, sending packs out Glock 30 with a stick, for the back down Glock in her purse, case the club with the pat down It ain't hard to hear your nigga in the background Lil nigga ain't no nines in this Mac rounds Backshots make her tap out Let him reach for these chains, he get packed out [Verse 1: Philthy Rich] Rich as fuck, but still never switching up Make sure it's about money, when you mention us Lil nigga sliding on a dummy mission Engine light on in the transmission Moms found my stash, a couple bands missing Fell out with some niggas, I felt back and gave them distance No culinary arts, but I was in the kitchen Bitch, I'm in the Guinness book for cooking the most chickens It's filthy [Verse 2: Slimmy B] I'm a motherfucking savage Gucci for the shoes, Monclair for the jacket Niggas want a verse, there's a fee, bitch, I'm taxing 40 flip a nigga like a pissed on mattress For any of my nigga turn to a snake I can't imagine I'm stacking, can't see you broke niggas like I'm dabbin No time for a ratchet, need a bitch on her bag shit Acting, slide on your block and wreak havoc Bitch [Chorus: Yhung T.O.] I've been running up a bag, counting racks out We illegal up in Vegas, sending packs out Glock 30 with a stick, for the back down Glock in her purse, case the club with the pat down It ain't hard to hear your nigga in the background Lil nigga ain't no nines in this Mac rounds Backshots make her tap out Let him reach for these chains, he get packed out [Verse 3: Dolla Dame] This one for the gang, gang niggas only And I can't call you brodie, unless you shoot for me Whole lotta blue strips, I've been checking chicken 20 large stuffed inside my denim, you see how I'm living I ran it up, me and my brodie, hoe, don't ask for shit You wasn't with me shooting in the gym, I couldn't afford a zip Now it's designer shit I be in, all the fly shit The bust down Rollie, I can't even tell what time it is Nigga [Verse 4: DaBoii] I stand out with these bands, you just stand tall I'm in a rush to them bands, I can't stand tall Big sticks on the Glocks, we ain't playing golf Hit a lick, never panic, bitch, we play it off He ain't putting in no work, then we lay him off Bitch, your nigga taking orders, 'cause he ain't a boss I fall down, I get up, bitch, I shake it off And if I don't got that strap, then I'm taking off [Chorus: Yhung T.O.] I've been running up a bag, counting racks out We illegal up in Vegas, sending packs out Glock 30 with a stick, for the back down Glock in her purse, case the club with the pat down It ain't hard to hear your nigga in the background Lil nigga ain't no nines in this Mac rounds Backshots make her tap out Let him reach for these chains, he get packed out [Verse 5: Lul G] Big 40 get to bussing, pussy nigga, I don't thump Ten chains on my neck, VVS, I don't tuck Blue hunnids in these denims, young nigga, I don't tuck Hundred rounds in the chop, making pussy niggas run But brodie by my side, and he stay with that Mac Let a pussy disrespect, then a pussy on his back Young wild nigga, so I gotta keep a strap Shit get real in the field, so it's 50 in the Mac [Verse 6 ?] Money coming fast, the more niggas get to hating Then they see the diamonds, broke niggas get to playing Shit by my side, lil nigga tryna [?] Tryna reach for my chain, stupid boy, still lame Look in my face, and tell me no lies Can't touch the new nigga, who're a bitch on the side Now I'm sitting in the [?] in a new 25 Stupid ass young niggas, I ain't even touched a 5 Bitch [Chorus: Yhung T.O.] I've been running up a bag, counting racks out We illegal up in Vegas, sending packs out Glock 30 with a stick, for the back down Glock in her purse, case the club with the pat down It ain't hard to hear your nigga in the background Lil nigga ain't no nines in this Mac rounds Backshots make her tap out Let him reach for these chains, he get packed out