Softwilly, void, AVGOTDRIP, LEX PAIN, Larrrycroft - WILLYPACK lyrics
[Softwilly, void, AVGOTDRIP, LEX PAIN, Larrrycroft - WILLYPACK lyrics]
(AV with that drip, ho) gang
Put the money in the bag, put it in
Ayy Lex, where you at, bro?
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
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
Hey yo', isaacwhy what Packgod?
Why the fuck wеre you born? (yeah, yeah)
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
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
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?
Uh, oh my god, give me a sec
(Give me one second)
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
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
Put the money in the bag, put it in
Ayy Lex, where you at, bro?
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
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
Hey yo', isaacwhy what Packgod?
Why the fuck wеre you born? (yeah, yeah)
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
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
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?
Uh, oh my god, give me a sec
(Give me one second)
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
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