AJ Tracey - Packages lyrics

[Intro] Yeah yeah AJ from the Lane, Link Up TV Mic Check AJ Tracey Oi West London stand up North-West stand up Shout out my Brixton ma**ive Yo, look But it ain't Tottenham, but it ain't Tottenham Can't chat about no Arsenal Man are from, man are from But it ain't Tottenham, true say that my dad lived in Tottenham In my crib man can't chat about Arsenal Man are from Look [Verse] Yo Check it, look My whole team getting high of sativa My food's peng like Erin Budina If you ain't gang, then you can't get a feature I don't follow back chicks, I'm a leader She don't wanna give blows, she a diva She just wanna give blow to the reefer I got a brown skin push-up Latina I beat it up, then I bang on the FIFA I don't bring your girl round, I'm a teefer She said her team got hotter like a fever I ain't tryna be a stayer or a leaver I want FaceTime, I don't wanna beat her Nah, FaceTime, I don't wanna mash that Trapstar hoodie and a snapback I don't even smoke, but I back straps Push up your wig and it snap back My whole team in black cah we're anti Your whole team tryna sing like Ashanti My peng tings looking artwork, Banksy She come around then she take off the panty Woah, off pant, take off the thong Us man were cold from 19 How Long I remember getting shots while I'm on FIFA Then tryna text "AJ, how long?" Now I'm doing shows, I'm earning that wong Can't surf with me, the wave is too strong Tell a man how can trapping be dead When I been getting all my packs of food gone? Yeah, my connect's still alive and well Still on my case, tryna line up cells I'm just tryna cool nuh like Tobz Like Gohan, I ain't tryna find them Cells Woah, I used to push Charlie, now Charlie's pushing me Had the cats on my line something like Pusha T Shelled airwaves then I got a music degree Not literally, I do music for P I ain't gotta bang man using for me My cuz said 'Trace, use it for free' I'm active, no way I'm losing the beef Come to a show, I got girls in abundance f** the jakes with the cuffs and the truncheons Couldn't shut down a PC at your nans gaff But you wanna hate when I'm shutting down Functions Boom-Burger, double cheese, no onions South-West, rep both of the Londons I was out there getting yacked in Dublin Dashing Euros down the drain by the hundreds My iPhone died, pissed But it's all good cah the brick phone's banging This ain't just music, hear what I'm saying I get the drop, interceptors start slanging No God, send the opp and I'll frag him Like Grim said, "man ah black bin bag him" Starting with me is a myth, don't do it Saw the man bring a big black MAC in The wheel's not deep, look at you catting Itching your arms, look at you man gagging Me, I have fun and I play with the beat But I do when I buss, you can say a man's shagging I don't bun dro, that's not me But see me in the party fam, I'm lagging Land in the rave, don't need no tagging Real name Flex don't need no padding Don't pretend to miss the drop like me If you see somebody do it shout 'AJ T' Cause I fathered the flow, fathered the styley Bare man wanna be a AJ follower I need workers so it's fine by me I'll sponsor youts with a few Nike's You're my son if you're running with a style like me I said don't pretend to miss the drop like me If you see somebody do it shout 'AJ T' Cause I fathered the flow, fathered the styley Bare man wanna be a AJ follower I need workers so it's fine by me I'll sponsor youts with a few Nikes You're my son if you're running with a style like me Ladbroke Grove is where I reside Man get burst up on the G side Last bredda went and got his door kicked off All cause he asked Jay for a 3.5 Anyone who said he touched me, he lied Man thought West was a joke, he tried My block's just like a hornet's nest Your block's sweet just like a beehive Anywhere that we got beef, we drive Didn't even hit him that hard, he died If you get boomed with the 44 long Critical hit, no chance to revive Don't think cause you got a pouch, you're bad Knife in the pouch or not, you'll get skied Wooden handle on a old school spinner Hit man with the brunettes, get dyed Don't think cause you're in a whip, you're sick Tings in the car or not, you'll get pitched Golden teeth, we loading that scram Hit man with the blonde tips, get lift Us man grind on the road, don't grift Call up Strally and make a boy shift Your girl said she needs me on her birthday I wrapped her pum-pum like "take this gift" Run up in a man's yard, ask for the raw Tie a man to a chair or the the front door Tell a man's mum "shut your mouth, be quiet" Push man's likkle bro onto the floor Then dash man's Xbox games and a bunch Then eat your younger sibling's packed lunch Don't think cause I say cool, you're safe Still make a man's dad go and hit cunch Dun know AJ from the Lane, get 'em man