Lyrics:
You Will Be Pack Ya Bags

off and step on the receipt before I foot the bill Listen garden tool don't me introduce you to my power tool You know the fucking drill How you douche bags feel knowing you

Feelin' all loose 'Cuz girl you on yo' job You got my dick hard Da way you touch dem toes Workin' dem micros On da stilettos You made it skeet skeet

, super sonic, madocnize You wake up and you still feelin' groggy, yeah Heads foggy like cereal that?s soggy, yeah You pack a bowl, but you can't find

a half of six pack in his hatchback Trailer hitched attached to the back (dispatch) You can sound the alarm You can call out your guards You can fence in your yard You

bills When I got the scoop on you, it just made you mad Cause I moved out your crib, packed all my bags Them days I turned to you was the days you laughed You

your tongue, if you movin we come to shootin up at you and your bitch You just assume you tried the shoes, and they fit You never knew that I lose you

I'm this sick You niggaz need to be spanked by your mommy Forever thinkin' you'll be greater than I'll be You get that short, late, waist-packed money

shit Now let me tell you mutha fuckas who you fuckin with You fuckin with the killas You fuckin with the mutha fuckin realist niggas You fuckin with some killas You

da summer time i betcha ya laffy taffy got me froze Get loose Get low Dont be shy i'm fabo I kno you wanna ride You a star and it shows (What's happening