PACKIN Lyrics – Glenn Dale
Singer: Glenn Dale
Title: PACKIN
M.O.D. 427. Yeah, yeah, M.O.D. 427
Packin our bags stack ’em all in the vans
Money propelin like home ceiling fans
Keepin us cool in this hell that we in
She looks better in person than what’s seen onna Gram
Approachin this cutie choose her over others
December it is so you know that I’m cuffin
White tee and grey sweats yeah is all dat I’m wearin
Her face went from gazin to starin she daring
Applyin some pressure yeah that will impress her
I don’t get no bеtter (nah nah)
It can’t get no bettеr she started undressin
Her face started sweatin
She actin all green but she suckin my p#n#s
Two hands on that sh#t vacuum up all the s#men
Is it love is it lust while i’m diggin her guts
And I tell her I needah ‘er
We runnin a fever
Like Covid we got
Wrist frosty like flakes inna box
New coat is a limited drop
Fake shooters ain’t Steph wit the Glock
You be talkin like you got them tools
You be talkin like you Q da Fool
You be talkin like you catch a body
And you gone stand tall when you in there with goons
My lil b#tch done said you ain’t even active
Only thing you be on is acting
Yo name is New Era, Mitchell & Ness, Lids cuz n#gg#
You always be cappin
She be slurpin and suckin me big fettuccine
Hakuna Matata whenever we busy
I’m done seeing her going back to my city
I don’t go be in clubs
Man that sh#t don’t be litty
They say I can’t rap
Hear this flow movin swiftly
A luxury Bentley
I hate that you hate to see me keep on winning
I won’t even stop till I reach mountain top
And I ain’t gonna flop
Only bangers I drop
On yo head
Feel the lead
Yeah this music I feel
In my bones in my soul
All these words take control
Like a fire I glow
My life is now exposed
The ones I hate the most
Are the ones who don’t know
So I’m sleepin and plottin
This anger this rage it be burnin
Me deeply with 3rd degree aim
Soulja and Bread yeah they know bout my pain
The hoes I was seein were thunder the drama dark clouds full of rain
Keyboard my life
I be pressin for space
I cook by myself
Only me in the stew
I’m stirrin my pot don’t be touchin my soup
I ain’t been on liquor
This Tussin will do
My ex had me heart got it back here’s the proof
Intensified raps in the year 22
While you laughin at me
I’ll be countin to you
1,2,3,4
My money done grew
Like an elephant’s tooth
5,6,7,8. you still hungry and broke
Go get you a plate
Feelin all better
Get this outta my system no stressin
Packin some weapons
Got my MacBook and mic
Smith & Wessons. Yeah
M.O.D. 427
Diamond squad
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