Get To Packing by Kay Kwan Lyrics
[Hook]
Get to packin'
Ain't no lacken'
Steady havin'
Ain't no reppin'
Shooters shootin'
Smith & Wesson
Get to reppin'
Swiper Swiping
Yeah she sippin
Yeah she run it
Yeah she fuck it
Yeah she love it
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah I think she love it (Ay)
[Verse 1]
Run it up
Get the top
Used to sell rerock
Out my drop top
Tryna run the block
Cop some new Supreme
Yeah, That's a white tee
Mix that lean with that Sprite, B
Shout out Carti but I think these bitches want to fight me
All my shooters shoot so why the fuck you wanna fight me
Got no colors yeah, bitch I got my white tee
Know I got the Louis V
Yeah I think she love me
Yeah she from Tennessee (Ay)
Tryna get the cheese (Yea)
It's a rat race
First place
Give me face
Tryna make it to third base
Made it outta space
Now there's noone in the way
Skipping past the opps yea
It's a leap day
[Hook]
Get to packin'
Ain't no lacken'
Steady havin'
Ain't no reppin'
Shooters shootin'
Smith & Wesson
Get to reppin'
Swiper Swiping
Yeah she sippin
Yeah she run it
Yeah she fuck it
Yeah she love it
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah I think she love it (Ay)
[Verse 2]
Tryna make these stacks (What?)
Tryna make these racks (Yeah)
Bad bitch cut the acts
Momma told me be a doctor
Told me need them grades
Why you running from this fade
Can't you see I'm tryna pull up in a wraith (Ay)
Stay in school
Learn your rules
Yeah you stinky like some ghouls
Why you smokin' out a juul
Man he lookin' like a fool (Ay Yeah)
Sing it like a hymn
Why you tryna be a synonym (Ay Yeah)
They too slimy (Uh yeah)
Runnin' with my sauce (Uh yeah)
Chopper might go off (What?)
Yeah I cut them off (Bang)
I might catch a case (Ay)
40 on my waist (What?)
Shoutout Tay-K
But this time it's just Kay
Get to packin'
Ain't no lacken'
Steady havin'
Ain't no reppin'
Shooters shootin'
Smith & Wesson
Get to reppin'
Swiper Swiping
Yeah she sippin
Yeah she run it
Yeah she fuck it
Yeah she love it
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah I think she love it (Ay)
[Verse 1]
Run it up
Get the top
Used to sell rerock
Out my drop top
Tryna run the block
Cop some new Supreme
Yeah, That's a white tee
Mix that lean with that Sprite, B
Shout out Carti but I think these bitches want to fight me
All my shooters shoot so why the fuck you wanna fight me
Got no colors yeah, bitch I got my white tee
Know I got the Louis V
Yeah I think she love me
Yeah she from Tennessee (Ay)
Tryna get the cheese (Yea)
It's a rat race
First place
Give me face
Tryna make it to third base
Made it outta space
Now there's noone in the way
Skipping past the opps yea
It's a leap day
[Hook]
Get to packin'
Ain't no lacken'
Steady havin'
Ain't no reppin'
Shooters shootin'
Smith & Wesson
Get to reppin'
Swiper Swiping
Yeah she sippin
Yeah she run it
Yeah she fuck it
Yeah she love it
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah I think she love it (Ay)
[Verse 2]
Tryna make these stacks (What?)
Tryna make these racks (Yeah)
Bad bitch cut the acts
Momma told me be a doctor
Told me need them grades
Why you running from this fade
Can't you see I'm tryna pull up in a wraith (Ay)
Stay in school
Learn your rules
Yeah you stinky like some ghouls
Why you smokin' out a juul
Man he lookin' like a fool (Ay Yeah)
Sing it like a hymn
Why you tryna be a synonym (Ay Yeah)
They too slimy (Uh yeah)
Runnin' with my sauce (Uh yeah)
Chopper might go off (What?)
Yeah I cut them off (Bang)
I might catch a case (Ay)
40 on my waist (What?)
Shoutout Tay-K
But this time it's just Kay