WILLYPACK

Lyrics

[Intro: LEX PAIN & SpongeBob SquarePants] (AV with that drip, ho) Gang Put the money in the bag, put it in Ayy, Lex, where you at, bro? [Verse 1: LEX PAIN] I'm on the block that you can't even hang Only time that you hittin' a lane switch Going rounds I'm bustin' all on her face Tryna go with the pace and you can't, bitch I cannot sleep 'til the gang rich Ridin' around with the same stick Fuck around, talk about one my brothers I'm uppin' that fire, we aim quick Fake this, bitch, I'm going ape shit Shawty gon' top me up 'cause I been feelin' anxious That lil' boy, he talk a lot so bullets hit his braces If I aim, know it's gon' be hittin', ain't no grazin', bitch [Verse 2: larrrycroft] Yo', I'm back Isaac's mom was just licking my sack, ayy Smokin' on that Willy pack, ayy I'm finna run 'em like track, ayy I'm gonna punch in the mac, ayy I ate her up like a snack, ayy She be riding my horn, yuh My shit be poppin' like corn, yuh [Interlude: packgod & isaacwhy] Hey yo', isaacwhy What Packgod? Why the fuck wеre you born? (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 3: packgod] I smokе on that pack, I told 'em they gotta get back I'm runnin' them down on the track I'm totin' a grrrat and now all they heads gonna splat Shoutout to Larry, my slatt And Xanakin be doing crack and Willy be wack I'm in yo' server and I'm smokin' on gas Yeah, is yo' mom nicknamed $atori? 'Cause I'm hittin' that bitch from the back (Ah!) [Bridge: larrrycroft] Willy be eating that piece of that pasta That 'roni, that phony, he be stealing my clothing And Tanner be twirling and rolling and licking My Cuban, I think that his mama be homing 'em [Verse 4: packgod] Slide to your motherfuckin' trap, now you trapped I look you in the face, I'm like we really doin' this? It's me and Larry and Willy, why you tryna test me, boy? (Boy, if you don't—) You know we ain't new to this Zero morality, causing fatalities I'm on a killing spree, you ain't gon' ruin it They call me Packgod when I'm in the VC Ain't nobody speakin', you know how I'm airin' it I got a .50 round drum and I'm sharin' it I got yo' rent on my body, I'm wearin' it Speak on the gang, then it's war, we declarin' it Buy you a casket and Larry's preparin' it I'm eatin' pears and shit, you is a vegetable Fuck out my face 'fore you trip in this reticle I keep the defense on me like a sentinel All my arms big like they Mr. Incredible Bitch, I'm feelin' fucking incredible Bitch, all my opps needing some medical Quick 'cause they just ain't ever was ready for this Softwilly, why you built like a dick? Softwilly, why you built like a brick? Softwilly, why you built like a bitch? [Interlude: packgod] Uh, oh my god, give me a sec (Give me one second) [Verse 5: packgod as Barack Obama, & Yung Kage] It's Barack Obama and I'm fucking snapping on this track I told Softwilly's mother to bring that ass back (Yessir) Hey, Yung Kage Yeah, what's up? You can gargle on this sack I'm in the fucking Oval Office and I'm smokin' that pack [Outro: leg] Barack, if you don't shut yo' stupid milkshake, steak and bake cheesy, fish stick, truck driver, bed bath and beyond employee of the month, midget, plastic fork, lamppost, dusty keyboard, belt buckle, leg warmer, cinder block, Canadian flag, soy sauce packet lookin' ass up, my nigga You stupid hairy nut suck, drum stick...