Packed Up lyrics

[Intro: Lee Drilly]
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Lee Drilly
(24 is the G.O.A.T.)
94Gz, no Gz like these, you heard? We jack Bs, we jack bigger Bs, drop my sh*t, we gon' let it squeeze
Got Preme with me, that's the Double-G
E-Wuu with me, JB with me
Double, Drilly
Grrah

[Verse 1: Premegotracks]
They don't wanna see a Drilly in a double
Keep big knock, b*tch, I don't like to tussle
She like, "Premegotracks, I wanna f*ck too"
b*tch, eat up, I don't got time to cuddle
A n*gga run up on me, I'ma click it
Can't beef with the S, them n*ggas be snitchin'
n*gga, Rico got shot, started b*tchin'
Lil' Comei got shot in his head, started twitchin'
JB in the cut tryna score a basket
E up in the cut with a automatic
Lee just pulled up with some big sh*t
Some sh*t so big, can't fit up in his jacket
Go and hit the block, call me up a thot
She gon' eat me up and they gon' get the drop
If they gettin' jiggy, then I bunny hop
Shoot him in his face then get low from the cops
Real bad b*tch, yeah, I know she clap sh*t
But she suck it good, the b*tch real nasty
Told that lil' n*gga, "Don't spin in no taxi
I'll leave a n*gga brains on the backseat"
I'm a young dog, b*tch, I move too tact
If he shoot at me, b*tch, I'm shooting back
All these guns we got, we could never lack
Ayy, four Double-G, put that on the map
She ate me up then kissed me, how my di*k taste?
Smokin' hella za', got that sh*t from 8th
Leap up out the cut, boom him in his face
Jakes up on our ass, b*tch, we do the race
Big ass .40, aim it at his noggin
A n*gga run up on me, I get straight to flockin'
With a couple Drillys and we bunny hoppin'
Double-G to Drilly we gon' let it flock
[Verse 2: Lee Drilly]
Always outside, why these n*ggas frontin'? (Like, what?)
Bet they see me in person, they runnin' (Rippy)
Only in the party if I got my gun in
I advise you not to try no dumb sh*t
Ask about my drills, told 'em I do nothin'
n*ggas rap, that ain't up for discussion
But they stole the drugs, I got 'em for a hundred
They be sayin' I'm lit when I walk in
How I deal with opps when they get to bluffin'? (Beat 'em, beat 'em)
Ask them, they gon' tell you that I punched 'em
How I deal with b*tches when they get to frontin'?
Told her, "[?]," she like, "I love 'em"
Light skin baby, tryna be my London
Back my di*k out, now she wanna suck it
Side b*tch callin', shorty, she be buggin'
That's how I laughed in them sheets, but in the streets, I go move quick
Every n*gga who call you brother ain't your broski
That's why I don't make a lot of homies
Certain n*ggas fake, other n*ggas phony
So you always see me by my doley
But I ain't never lackin', keep my poley
Boy, I'm lettin' off eight like I'm Kobe
Gotta cut the grass, n*ggas plottin' lowkey, tryna do me 90, I gotta stay OP
Money my favorite high, I gotta chase that
Never chased any b*tch, I know they hate that (At all)
And don't ask me to eat it, I don't play that
But if you wanna eat me, then just say that
That's how Lee Drilly put on and be laid back
Threw a bag on his head, tell him, "Take that"
With E-Wuu, the ally, I know you make that
b*tches runnin' track, some n*ggas runnin' race tracks
That's on bro, me and E on that timin'
Free MB, he locked down on the island
40 still actin', bug up in Horizon
JB Sleeze promotin' the violence
TBellz still sittin' in silence (Oh, my God)
And the Courts n*ggas keep on dyin'
No love, rap cap, he lyin'
OYs in Harlem, so why they meat ridin'?
n*ggas actin' real, but they really snakes (Like, what?)
And they chattin', but we know it's fake
Said if I see buzzin', leave him DOA
But he mentioned my deads, now that's a mistake (Yagi)
Ran down, don't know what to say
Like, n*ggas wanna—
Don't care if thats my cousin, n*gga, I start buggin', n*gga, when I up it, send his ass to Blay
Catch Nunu, I'ma bust that, really bust that sh*t, baow, baow
If a n*gga gettin' tagged, then we up that, n*gga, up that sh*t, māthā
I don't freeze like Gotti, [?] gon' bang on Lotti
[?] thirty deep like Scotty
So who you gon' call when you got nobody?
Shmoney dancin', smokin' on this Bobby