Pak Ish (feat. The MSB)

Luh, she said you a fuck boy, litty ****

Narsie flossy city ****, 40 Glock a

Touch up on your homie like it's Diddy, ****

Bad Jawn ain't whippin' in no squadda

Trips to Philly, wit her

She don't suck dick, I can't get jiggy with her

Starvin' on my life, but now I plan to feasts

I kill a beat, I get away with murder like I'm Annalise

They in the club, they birdwatchin

Never been a fan of geese

Don't discriminate, I pull up with a Keisha or Angelique

The hammers tucked, they plan to creep

Shoot my shot it jammed I had to tap rack

Pussy **** back back

Work get deported like it's kat stacks

Ferrari sliddin matte black

**** duckin' Affleck

The competition

Get on track, I treat them like it's Rap Snacks

June, hey, look

She gotta be pressure for me to see her

A Diamond breeder a Tyla

A Aquafina, Selena, Angelina

Lip licker, slim waist, hip sticker

Type shit, turn other bitches to switch hitters

She like money when walkin' through with a maid, ****

Wolf shit, when I see opps, I see prey, ****

Petty boys, I'm Deadly Boy, don't play, ****

Your mom's griefs in arm's reach

Ain't shit sweet, pause, it's all beef

Like Saquon or Arby's

I mask up with long sleeves

Cold watch, your heart freeze

When **** try to off me

I squeeze this grave, digga

Fuck a leash when the dog's with me, I'm way better

June season, but with these hands, **** it s may weather

Yeah, I am who I am

I took your bitch off your hands

With me, it's way wetter

Damn, look, tell me

Who really fuckin' with us, huh

Woulphpak, who really uppin' with us

Broad day with the stick like Home Depot at lunch

Prosecco in my left hand

Opps lookin' crazy, now I'm lookin' at a dead man

We schemin' at brunch

Yeah, I'm really on my heavy shit

And all my **** reppin

So we gotta raise the iron

We ain't just liftin' it once, huh

Taj, tell him it's packed shit

Tell him we got rounds of applause

Cuz we clap shit

Pussy **** are a bad bitch, huh

Yeah, give me 90 minutes

And I'll put three on your mans like a hat trick

He's tappin both shoulders

And blowin' kisses to the sky like Catholic

Put a rock on his head, now he Patrick

Oh, God, when this drop, it's a classic

Like the best bleezy ever rolled

It's that pack shit, ****