Packwatch (Piccon K) Korban Baxter

[Chorus]
Nigga, you's a bitch, how you twenty-three talking shit
Nigga, get a job, nigga you's a bum I’ll admit
Said you got some bread, shit tucked away
Hm, run that shit
Nigga, end up dead, come to Philly go head make my wish

[Verse]
Nigga, you claim you my brother, but you keep on talking that shit, what
Acting all crazy on gram, said a nigga was taking your bitch, nah
Nigga straight cappin’ and crying and shit
I got a feeling you plotting on shit
Acting all macho it’s making me sick
Acting all scary when I’m in your face
How you my brother throwin’ dirt on my name
Acting like niggas just won’t say a thing
You switching real quick and it’s racking my brain
24/7 still won’t make a change
Know that you wrong but won’t say a thing
Rather just flex while you causing us pain
How you my brother you poison like Bane
You addicted to drama I don’t understand
Go head pop another Adderall nigga you need one
Sittin’ in that trailer you call a home nigga you tweaking
Said that world is steady out tryna get you, yeah, you paranoid, bitch
Flexing bands in bank accounts and shit that shit counterfeit, bitch