Packy - Back In My Bag lyrics
[Packy - Back In My Bag lyrics]
Hello I'm Packy
I'm here doing the One Take being blessed
Yeah, uh on my J cole warm up flow
I pay homage, y'all can't afford us though
Ball out like a donut hole
My shit sweet huh?
Kill a beat, put it six feet
Better dig deep if you want bars with me
Y'all should work
I should be where the party be
I don't gotta rap better
'cause I'm already me
Still I'm in the booth putting R-E-Ps in
Got enough heat now to fuck y'all seasons
Keep y'all reasons, duck y'all offers
Old heads hate, better cuff y'all daughters
Back in my bag with it, they mad with it
Kids from the city got hope
'cause Pack did it
We on the road, got dough and a bad chick
Old girls on my line tell 'em "As if"
Been there, done that, bad biz onto new shit
Got a bunch of hit's like the New Kids
I just sunk y'all ship, ya got loose lips
I'm in your mouth so much ya need toothpicks
Belly laughin' at it
Only time you keep it a hundred
Is with your batting average i got big plans
Came in the game gunnin' like a sixth man
Y'all running in quicksand, I can't save ya
Look at the pimp hand, I'm that player
Talking all that jazz, I'm a sax player
Name a state in the country, I'm a taxpayer
We movin'
Yeah, uh i won't slow down nada
Young prodigy that don't rock Prada
I don't ride the wave, I wave the wand
And I reveal all the wack ass rap like voila
There it is, here I go
In a better place than I was just a year ago
Caught up in the life
People thought it was a miracle
Now I realize that the flow just a vehicle
Vroom, vroom
Straight to the dome of the kid with a dream
And a pen and some headphones
All I ever did is work for it
Lotta people thought it
I found the words for it
Y'all can't hate this
Last of the real, ain't a damn thing switch
Flip-flop hoes I don't handshake with
'Bout that life, on my "Campaign" shit
God made me the man, but the man made this
Yeah one take
Thank you Jake what up Samson, you a beast
Shoutout Danny Greeman michigan baby
I'm here doing the One Take being blessed
Yeah, uh on my J cole warm up flow
I pay homage, y'all can't afford us though
Ball out like a donut hole
My shit sweet huh?
Kill a beat, put it six feet
Better dig deep if you want bars with me
Y'all should work
I should be where the party be
I don't gotta rap better
'cause I'm already me
Still I'm in the booth putting R-E-Ps in
Got enough heat now to fuck y'all seasons
Keep y'all reasons, duck y'all offers
Old heads hate, better cuff y'all daughters
Back in my bag with it, they mad with it
Kids from the city got hope
'cause Pack did it
We on the road, got dough and a bad chick
Old girls on my line tell 'em "As if"
Been there, done that, bad biz onto new shit
Got a bunch of hit's like the New Kids
I just sunk y'all ship, ya got loose lips
I'm in your mouth so much ya need toothpicks
Belly laughin' at it
Only time you keep it a hundred
Is with your batting average i got big plans
Came in the game gunnin' like a sixth man
Y'all running in quicksand, I can't save ya
Look at the pimp hand, I'm that player
Talking all that jazz, I'm a sax player
Name a state in the country, I'm a taxpayer
We movin'
Yeah, uh i won't slow down nada
Young prodigy that don't rock Prada
I don't ride the wave, I wave the wand
And I reveal all the wack ass rap like voila
There it is, here I go
In a better place than I was just a year ago
Caught up in the life
People thought it was a miracle
Now I realize that the flow just a vehicle
Vroom, vroom
Straight to the dome of the kid with a dream
And a pen and some headphones
All I ever did is work for it
Lotta people thought it
I found the words for it
Y'all can't hate this
Last of the real, ain't a damn thing switch
Flip-flop hoes I don't handshake with
'Bout that life, on my "Campaign" shit
God made me the man, but the man made this
Yeah one take
Thank you Jake what up Samson, you a beast
Shoutout Danny Greeman michigan baby