PACK IT UP

Said pack it up hoe
Why you moving like you cut throat
Bad lil bitch kicking out the fucking front door
That's fucked hoe
I'm renouncing all the bullshit
Oh you a douchebag
Bitch I never noticed
In a new class give me instrumental
Scottie got a new flag Pippen in the middle
Always made my own shit since I was a kiddo
Master at my craft I was cooking in the ghetto
Lately I been feeling like my back against the wall
Barely getting past shit I'd rather not involve
Christian here's my two sense
Your pastors getting off
Money in his pockets
My God he's absolved
Prolly thought you popping
Cause you copped yourself a new chain
Until those problems caught up
Bought yo' self some new pain
You can see me pulling up inside a new range
The ice up on the wrist and these pockets look like Bruce Bane
Talk a lotta shit
Only if you grip
Six figures on the dash
That's what I call I flip
That's a pretty lil bitch
Quarter pound to all the bricks
Progression make you rich
Just don't end up in a ditch
In a new class give me instrumental
Scottie got a new flag Pippen in the middle
Always made my own shit since I was a kiddo
Master at my craft I was cooking in the ghetto
Lately I been feeling like my back against the wall
Barely getting past shit I'd rather not involve