Pack It Up Songtext
von Ian

Eugh (one more)
Damn

Bad pack of Backwoods hit me with the same straw that fucked the camel up, uh
Bad bitches, can′t trust, I just had to change numbers for my sanity, uh
Backpack of bankrolls, I didn't have to chase nothin′, it just came to me, uh
Hashtaggin', fake hos can pack they bags up and get away from me (pack it up)
Tell me, what you 'bout to do with yo′ life?
If I′m honest, these drugs might ruin my life, and that shit hurt my stomach
'Cause I feel like I knew it was coming, I tried so hard to get off it
But I really can′t do nothin' ′bout it (I swear to God I tried)

Okay, fuckboys cock-watchin', bad bitches talk about me
First ho to cry about it, last one to die about it
Real shit, I′m not lying
Double park the wide bod', everybody side-eyein', should′ve tried harder
I don′t really feel like flyin', yo′ bitch catch a flight by the any time of month, uh


Thank God I'm finally geekin′, hard work paid off, uh
Ho playin' hard to get, get cut right off (on God)
Bitch can′t get started with me this shit, don't stop
Smoke before I showed up, if it's loud in here, that′s my fault

Bad pack of Backwoods hit me with the same straw that fucked the camel up, uh
Bad bitches, can′t trust, I just had to change numbers for my sanity, uh
Backpack of bankrolls, I didn't have to chase nothin′, it just came to me, uh
Hashtaggin', fake hos can pack they bags up and get away from me (pack it up)
Tell me, what you ′bout to do with yo' life?
If I′m honest, this ho gon' ruin my life, and that shit hurt my stomach
'Cause I feel like I knew it was coming, I tried so hard to get off it
But I really can′t do nothin′ 'bout it (I swear to God I tried)

I know
That shit hard
′Cause I really can't do nothin′ about it
I tried
I swear to God I tried (I know)