Pack It Up Lyrics – ian

[Intro]
Roll more, roll more
Damn

[Chorus]
Bad pack of Backwoods hit me with the same straw that fu*ked the camel up, uh
Bad b!tches can’t trust, I just had to change numbers for my sanity, uh
Backpack of bankrolls, I didn’t have to chase nothing, it just came to me, uh
Hashtagging, fake hoes can pack they bags up and get away from me (Pack it up)
Tell me (Tell me, tell me)
What you ’bout to do with your life? (What you ’bout to do with your s*it?)
If I’m honest, these drügs might ruin my life and that s*it hurt my stomach

‘Cause I feel like I knew it was coming, I tried so hard to get off it
And I really can’t do nothing ’bout it (I swear to God I tried)

[Verse]
Okay, fu*k boys cock watching, bad b!tches talk about me
First ho to cry about it, last one to die about it
Real s*it, I’m not lying
Double-parked the wide body, e-everybody side-eyeing, they should’ve tried harder
I don’t really feel like flying, your b!tch catch a flight by the any time of month, uh
Thank God I’m finally geeked, hard work paid off (Paid off)
Uh, ho, play hard to get, get cut right off (On God)
Uh, b!tch, you can’t get started with me, this s*it don’t stop
If I smoked before I showed up, if it’s loud in here, that’s my fault

[Chorus]
Bad pack of Backwoods hit me with the same straw that fu*ked the camel up, uh
Bad b!tches can’t trust, I just had to change numbers for my sanity, uh
Backpack of bankrolls, I didn’t have to chase nothing, it just came to me, uh
Hashtagging, fake hoes can pack they bags up and get away from me (Pack it up)
Tell me (Tell me, tell me)
What you ’bout to do with your life? (What you ’bout to do with your s*it?)
If I’m honest, this ho gon’ ruin my life and that s*it hurt my stomach
‘Cause I feel like I knew it was coming, I tried so hard to get off it
And I really can’t do nothing ’bout it (I swear to God I tried)

[Outro]
I know that s*it hard
‘Cause I really can’t do nothing about it (I know)
I tried, I swear to God I tried (I know)