Packin’ (Mansion Musik) Tanathan (Ft. Trippie Redd)

[Intro: Tanathan]
Ha, yeah
Huh, huh, yeah
Huh, huh, yeah
Huh, yeah
Huh, yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1: Tanathan]
Swerve in a GTB, but I might drive my Aventador
I thought you inhaled the smoke, so what you lookin' for?
We deliver bullets, yeah, we dashin' to yo' door
I ain't really got no friends, like a lonely scarecrow
Make my diamonds dance, do an Irish dance, bro
Keep the tag all on my pants, flex it when I stand though
Someone tried to hit me up, she looked like Dr. Banfro
What I'm swervin' look like Dan, no Kenan & Kel show
Drove hеr in a Benz, went back in a Honda
I be whippin' Gucci bеlts around more than my momma
Classic knife to the chin, tell that boy to talk up
I can pack, but the charges off for manslaughter

[Pre-Chorus]
Let me tell you a story
A member was Mickey, that boy was a cop
The opposition doesn't know we on top
They didn't know that we had got 'em on lock
But if he get close, he get popped wit' a Glock, uh
I'm rulin'
Ya'll just steal content and use it
This ain't just rap, this mansion music