Packin The Brazy Bunch, A-Wax & King Iso

[Verse 1: A-Wax]
Hold up, you can't tell me no, but tell your friends to do the opposite
Don't tell nobody, but I snuck a pole on board a private jet
Every loaf I see, I think "Why ain't you in my pockets yet?"
Cemetery full of people, ain't respect the politics
I just wanna put it in her mouth, this bitch too talkative
Them killers, I'ma put 'em on your house until you pop up there
Sometimes I be thinking this twelve burping when my diamonds glare
Found a homie [?] commissary, out
Cheesy rice and ramen for a month or two
I got some opps in jail, better gеt off if you running to 'em
Big 'ol stack of blues, I ain't count 'em, I'm just thumbing through 'еm
Shit was between us until that drug I sent a bone or two
[?] on that syrup and exotic [?]
If you so supportive of your homies, why you knock 'em then?
If it's really up, what's your location on it then? Drop a pin
Bitch I'm popping ops, not no Xanays or [?]

[Chorus: King Iso]
Drip, check, blick, check
That bitch, check, I'm getting checks
Drip, check, Blick, check
That bitch, check, I'm getting checks
Check, check, check, check, check, check, check, check
Check, check, check, check, check check, I run up a
Check, check, check, check, check, check, check, check
Check, check, check, check, check, check