Packy - Fever lyrics

[Verse 1: Packy] I got that Fever They like it I know this I'm psychic When I'm out in public they all on my private Low key I'm thrown Low key I'm cold Low key I'm platinum if these records get sold R-R-Records ever get sold Records ever get sold Low key I'm Chamberlain these records never get old That hundo' percent Five hundo' for rent When I'm paid out forget what that five hundo' meant Fever I got it bad Get a little bit of that swag, bit of that sag Bit of that got you mad Get a little hit of a** Bit a little bit of gas Bit of that flame Give her that players spit her that game Tell that chick to get rid of that lane Ask that chick what she think and I'm that guy where you been? I'mma leave my boys with your friends Yeah that's fine Used to ask now I say whats on my mind Like "Come over girl I've been known to get faded of of wine" She said "Let me feel your head that's a fever every time" [Hook: Packy] Man down I'm throwing up Nobody put your hands down it's a hold up I'm hella' hot Can't come close to a kid like me But you can get it front row get hyphy see Get High G-Get high Get High G-Get high Get High G-Get high It just might be that fever [Verse 2: Packy] Uh, I'm messed up They newly faded fresh cut My team the on deck circle man we next up Mid west I get it Detroit I might fit it Mid west that's my sh** Nobody messin' with it Two of them make one of me CEO of my company R.E.F.S. Rich Early f** Stress Real sh** don't ask chose Don't approach with no a** Woah Not normally like this but that fever make me an a**hole Oh my damn though They love me all on that channel Got that rap game on that utter sh** I'm milking it with no cattle Keep that flame on with no candle Ri-Ride the B with no handle She want to ri-ri-rid with no saddle She said "Hit it boy with no paddle" Dang I'm doing something right I ain't Moved out of that neighborhood but I ain't changing the name Speck though till I die Speck choes they fly Get you over them exchos got nexchoes on my mind [Hook: Packy] Man down I'm throwing up Nobody put your hands down it's a hold up I'm hella' hot Can't come close to a kid like me But you can get it front row get hyphy Get High G-Get high Get High G-Get high Get High G-Get high It just might be that fever