WILLYPACK (feat. Larrrycroft & AVGOTDRIP)

AV with that drip, hoe, gang (Put the money in the bag)

Aye, Lex, where you at, bro? Yeah (Put it in)

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-I cannot sleep till the gang rich

Ri-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, aye

Smokin' on that Willy pack, aye

I'm finna run 'em like track, aye

I'm gonna punch in like Mac, aye

I ate her up like a snack, aye

She-she be riding my horn, yuh

My shit be poppin' like corn, yuh

Hey, Isaacwhy

What Packgod?

Why the fuck were you born? (Yeah, yeah)

I smokin' 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' like gas

Is yo mom nicknamed $atori?

'Cause I'm hittin' that bitch from the back (Uh)

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 is one with the one that I'm 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, I'm doing this)

I 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 fifty 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 (Yeah, yeah)

All my arms big like they Mr. Incredible (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Bitch, I'm feelin' fucking incredible (Yeah)

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?

Oh my god, oh, give me a second (Give me one sec)

Yeah, it-it-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' on 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 ****

You stupid, hairy, nut sack, drum stick