[Intro]
Alright, Alright, Alright, Alright, Alright
(AV with that drip, ho)
Alright, Alright, Alright, Alright, Alright, Alr—
(*beep*)
[Chorus: Yung Kage]
Walked in dat bitch, I got that stick-k-k-k tool on me
I got all yo bitches drippin' p-p-p-p-pools for me
’Rarri out da rip, I got dat Patek and dat Uzi on me
Poppin all these pussies, bouta pop out that sigma
Droppin-n-n-n-n-n-n dolls is da jewlery
Caught some dolla-la-la-la-la-la
We stars, shits a movie
Copped dat LLC I'm printing mills up like a tulleries
Alright, Alright, Alr-r-r-r-r— Alright
[Verse 1: packgod & leg]
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Alright bitch we finna run that back
I'm finna fuck up this bass like I’m Thundercat
I caught a body, a body, a body, a body, a body, a body
Yeah I caught a ton of that
Talking shit on me, no I don't want none of that
Just bought a choppa, turned into a lumberjack
Eleven Glocks on me, boy you better double that
I set up the bar, erybody gets under that lil B-b-b-bitch
Alright, now I'm smashing that bitch like I'm all might
Got a Glock on my hip and it's on sight
Put an X on my opps, now they Off-Whitе
Exploring the block with a Glock like Diego
Spartan lasеr finna give him a halo
I'm droppin' checks on the ground everyday bro
Hold up, Hold up bitch I gotta stay low
Hold up, Hold up bitch I'm ’bouta rock out
I went to college just so I could drop out
Two twin Glocks, let one off then I swap out
Walk in the bank, get a bag, and I walk out
Walk in the bank with a bag and I’m faded
Fuck a perc, I ain't tryna get jaded
I’m the king, I ain't talking no David
Run up on me and you finna get wasted
Okay, like alright, alright
Yeah, we gettin' it all night, all night
Okay now stop for a motherfucking second
Cause I really gotta mention that I'm packing everybody in my sight
Like bitch, why you wanna fuck with Pack?
You live inside a dirty fucking shack
Your net worth is a single fucking rack
Here, Yumi you can have this shit right back
Alright, Alright, Alright, Alright, Alright
(AV with that drip, ho)
Alright, Alright, Alright, Alright, Alright, Alr—
(*beep*)
[Chorus: Yung Kage]
Walked in dat bitch, I got that stick-k-k-k tool on me
I got all yo bitches drippin' p-p-p-p-pools for me
’Rarri out da rip, I got dat Patek and dat Uzi on me
Poppin all these pussies, bouta pop out that sigma
Droppin-n-n-n-n-n-n dolls is da jewlery
Caught some dolla-la-la-la-la-la
We stars, shits a movie
Copped dat LLC I'm printing mills up like a tulleries
Alright, Alright, Alr-r-r-r-r— Alright
[Verse 1: packgod & leg]
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Alright bitch we finna run that back
I'm finna fuck up this bass like I’m Thundercat
I caught a body, a body, a body, a body, a body, a body
Yeah I caught a ton of that
Talking shit on me, no I don't want none of that
Just bought a choppa, turned into a lumberjack
Eleven Glocks on me, boy you better double that
I set up the bar, erybody gets under that lil B-b-b-bitch
Alright, now I'm smashing that bitch like I'm all might
Got a Glock on my hip and it's on sight
Put an X on my opps, now they Off-Whitе
Exploring the block with a Glock like Diego
Spartan lasеr finna give him a halo
I'm droppin' checks on the ground everyday bro
Hold up, Hold up bitch I gotta stay low
Hold up, Hold up bitch I'm ’bouta rock out
I went to college just so I could drop out
Two twin Glocks, let one off then I swap out
Walk in the bank, get a bag, and I walk out
Walk in the bank with a bag and I’m faded
Fuck a perc, I ain't tryna get jaded
I’m the king, I ain't talking no David
Run up on me and you finna get wasted
Okay, like alright, alright
Yeah, we gettin' it all night, all night
Okay now stop for a motherfucking second
Cause I really gotta mention that I'm packing everybody in my sight
Like bitch, why you wanna fuck with Pack?
You live inside a dirty fucking shack
Your net worth is a single fucking rack
Here, Yumi you can have this shit right back
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