The Brazy Bunch, A-Wax & King Iso - Packin lyrics

[Verse 1: A-Wax] Hold up, you can't tell me no, but tell your friends to do the opposite Don't tell nobody, but I snuck a pole on board a private jet Every loaf I see, I think "Why ain't you in my pockets yet?" Cemetery full of people, ain't respect the politics I just wanna put it in her mouth, this b*tch too talkative Them killers, I'ma put 'em on your house until you pop up there Sometimes I be thinking this twelve burping when my diamonds glare Found a homie [?] commissary, out Cheesy rice and ramen for a month or two I got some opps in jail, better gеt off if you running to 'em Big 'ol stack of blues, I ain't count 'em, I'm just thumbing through 'еm sh*t was between us until that drug I sent a bone or two [?] on that syrup and exotic [?] If you so supportive of your homies, why you knock 'em then? If it's really up, what's your location on it then? Drop a pin b*tch I'm popping ops, not no Xanays or [?] [Chorus: King Iso] Drip, check, blick, check That b*tch, check, I'm getting checks Drip, check, Blick, check That b*tch, check, I'm getting checks Check, check, check, check, check, check, check, check Check, check, check, check, check check, I run up a Check, check, check, check, check, check, check, check Check, check, check, check, check, check [Verse 2: King Iso] You can't tell me no b*tch, your best friend would do the opposite Mask up like a non-obmissive, you don't respect politics I got two hoes kissing, one on top, other my bottom b*tch My young boys will turn a ni**a block into the Gaza strip My guys just walked in the strip club and I bought a b*tch Swear to God, my drip get big way more than a bottom lip Bit f*gged off, told her "Hold this L" and gave her a hockey stick Now back to this Filet Mignon and lobster bisk ni**a thought he cool with everyone, I told 'em "Box the blick" Pull up game like abs or a porn site how I pop up quick Been a shooter since running with a page [?] Running with that Mac since Macintosh took a floppy disk That hoe wanna fu*k me while she talking sh*t, aye, aye Told her "Use the throat and use a lot of spit", aye, aye All that fake quarterbacking got him blitzed, aye, aye This ain't football, pack 'em out with soccer kicks [Chorus: King Iso] Drip, check, blick, check That b*tch, check, I'm getting checks Drip, check, Blick, check That b*tch, check, I'm getting checks Check, check, check, check, check, check, check, check Check, check, check, check, check check, I run up a Check, check, check, check, check, check, check, check Check, check, check, check, check, check