f*ck IT UP [PACK A PUNCH] lyrics

[Intro]
b*tch, shut up
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh, yeah
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh, yeah (I'm in this b*tch with Clayco)

[Chorus]
Yeah, I get that cash in then f*ck it up
I send that message right back to her
We get the racks in, that's not enough
I got a strap and that b*tch is so crazy
That motherf*cker look like it's Pack-a-Punch
I gotta rap, man, this sh*t get so crazy
I gotta get money so I can eat lunch
Yeah, I got a bad b*tch, back that sh*t up
Yeah, I gotta go, b*tch, pack my sh*t up
Yeah, if he want smoke, tell that n*gga link up
Lil' b*tch, I'm the big bear, I'm not a cub
I put that codeine right in my cup
I turn a good b*tch right to a sl*t
Yeah, that f*ck n*gga tried me, now this sh*t up
Yeah, I like a silent b*tch, shut up

[Bridge]
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh (b*tch, let's go)
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I called a vibe in this b*tch and I'm high, now I'm stuck
These n*ggas, they acting like b*tches, they p*ssed off, I walk by, I won't dap 'em up
Yeah, these b*tches, they acting so different, didn't like me, now they wanna come suck me up
Yeah, I like that real pink drank, lil' n*gga, you know that I'm geeked up, kissing the cup
Yeah, I got a real bad b*tch, lil' n*gga, you know that I might go pay for her butt
Yeah, I'm a real young n*gga, I'm tripping, I can't stop, gotta go run it up
Yeah, I'm a real young n*gga, I'm tripping, not like these n*ggas, they fake as the f*ck
I'm not like these n*ggas, they faking the funk, I'm not like these n*ggas, they don't get no funds

[Chorus]
Yeah, I get that cash in then f*ck it up
I send that message right back to her
We get the racks in, that's not enough
I got a strap and that b*tch is so crazy
That motherf*cker look like it's Pack-a-Punch
I gotta rap, man, this sh*t get so crazy
I gotta get money so I can eat lunch
Yeah, I got a bad b*tch, back that sh*t up
Yeah, I gotta go, b*tch, pack my sh*t up
Yeah, if he want smoke, tell that n*gga link up
Lil' b*tch, I'm the big bear, I'm not a cub
I put that codeine right in my cup
I turn a good b*tch right to a sl*t
Yeah, that f*ck n*gga tried me, now this sh*t up
Yeah, I like a silent b*tch, shut up
[Verse 2]
My shooter don't go anywhere with no gun
These n*ggas, they might be the two, not the one
I'm the father, these b*tch little n*ggas my son
I'm so gothic, I might shoot this b*tch up for fun
When I walk through, these b*tches be staring, I'm stunning
And my diamonds, they glaring, got these people stunned
I'm on all ten toes, I can't switch up for money
I'm on all ten toes, can't switch up for nothing
Yeah, I can't switch up for nothing
Yeah, I made this sh*t from nothing
Racks, they just keep on coming
Racks, they just keep on coming
Bags, I just keep on smoking bags
My lungs start hurting, yeah
They just keep on hating, damn
That sh*t not working

[Chorus]
Yeah, I get that cash in then f*ck it up
I send that message right back to her
We get the racks in, that's not enough
I got a strap and that b*tch is so crazy
That motherf*cker look like it's Pack-a-Punch
I gotta rap, man, this sh*t get so crazy
I gotta get money so I can eat lunch
Yeah, I got a bad b*tch, back that sh*t up
Yeah, I gotta go, b*tch, pack my sh*t up
Yeah, if he want smoke, tell that n*gga link up
Lil' b*tch, I'm the big bear, I'm not a cub
I put that codeine right in my cup
I turn a good b*tch right to a sl*t
Yeah, that f*ck n*gga tried me, now this sh*t up
Yeah, I like a silent b*tch, shut up
[Outro]
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh