Beat the Pack Out

Lyrics

[Intro: LilCJ Kasino] (Meezy808, spin that shit) Ayy, ayy, ayy Big CJ, man Y'all know what the fuck poppin' [Chorus: LilCJ Kasino] Bitch, I came from the slums, servin' bums Used to stand at the store 'til we got us a traphouse Whip the dope in the pot, beat the pack out Used to be broke, bitch, we havin' them racks now, ayy Load up the sticks and we purgin' I keep a thirty on me, I'ma step back and shoot just like Curry Don't make me nervous Fuck 'round and flip 'em, the shit that I sip, it be thick as detergent Go against gang, we gon' kill a bitch We won't stop spinnin' until that lil' nigga get buried This F&N part of my drip I'ma up off the hip and then hop in a rental, we swervin', ayy Last nigga playеd with the gang, did him dirty Trapper turned rappеr, but still, I be servin' Bitch on the road with them bricks in her Birkin Lil' bitch, I'm a boss, I came far from a worker [Verse 1: Bigg Unccc] Uh, uh, young trap nigga, hell nah, ain't no worker Price on your head, you turn me to a searcher Uh, pull up on your block, let the thirty-round burst you I let the chopper sing, I don't need rehearsal I'm in the trap and I'm sippin' on purple You sippin' grape, boy, you slow like a turtle I pop me a Perc' and get geeked like Steve Urkel I'll wipe off his cousin and text "Family matters," but hell nah, I'm not Steve Urkel, uh Hell nah, I'm not Steve Urkel, uh 5.56 make your ass jump a hurdle I'm choppin' your bitch, she a squirter, uh Same young nigga that's workin' that first forty-eight Spin on your block, I ain't catchin' no case High-speed chase, get away, they ain't catchin' the plates I'm smokin' on hemp to the face [Verse 2: LilCJ Kasino] We get the drop where he stay We sendin' opps outer space We spin a block with no chase I got it locked in my state, ayy (No cap) We ride around with the K Ain't trustin' no thot, she a fake Ain't poppin' out 'less I'm gettin' paid Might pop you, I ever feel played Keep a Glock in my pocket on stage [Chorus: LilCJ Kasino] Bitch, I came from the slums, servin' bums Used to stand at the store 'til we got us a traphouse Whip the dope in the pot, beat the pack out Used to be broke, bitch, we havin' them racks now, ayy Load up the sticks and we purgin' I keep a thirty on me, I'ma step back and shoot just like Curry Don't make me nervous Fuck 'round and flip 'em, the shit that I sip, it be thick as detergent Go against gang, we gon' kill a bitch We won't stop spinnin' until that lil' nigga get buried This F&N part of my drip I'ma up off the hip and then hop in a rental, we swervin', ayy Last nigga played with the gang, did him dirty Trapper turned rapper, but still, I be servin' Bitch on the road with them bricks in her Birkin Lil' bitch, I'm a boss, I came far from a worker