Chorus] Packin’, .40 on my hip, never lackin’ I could fu*k his b*tch from the back end, get it crackin’ Never runnin’ out of cash, everlastin’, hey Let it bust, yeah, yeah, let it bust, yeah, yeah Let it bust, yeah, yeah, let it bust, yeah, yeah Let it bust, yeah, yeah, let it bust, yeah, yeah Let it bust, yeah, yeah, let it bust, yeah, yeah [Verse 1] Rockin’ them shows with the Remy in my hand, mm Percocets ’cause I ain’t fu*kin’ with no Xans, mm No advance, just them millions in my hand, mm Count it up, ooh, rubber band it ni**as stealin’ flows, stupid bandit Too much sauce, you get lost, you can’t handle it I love mixing up narcotics in my Cannabis Remember them days, I was broke, ain’t have a pot to piss in Now, a ni**a stay winning, sack chase Pull up like skrrt, drag race Lil’ b*tch, you move too slow, I’m fast-paced (Skrrt) [Chorus] Packin’, .40 on my hip, never lackin’ I could fu*k his b*tch from the back end, get it crackin’ Never runnin’ out of cash, everlastin’, hey Let it bust, yeah, yeah, let it bust, yeah, yeah Let it bust, yeah, yeah, let it bust, yeah, yeah Let it bust, yeah, yeah, let it bust, yeah, yeah Let it bust, yeah, yeah, let it bust, yeah, yeah [Verse 2] Leanin’ got me slow, overdose Molly and the Hennessy, catch the holy ghost .40 for my enemies, I’m gon’ do the most I got a lot of frenemies, they gon’ do the most ‘Cause they know I’m on top, top from they thot Pull up in the drop, b*tch in my drop Run up, you get popped, phew, huh, from the Glock, huh Knock ’em out the park, b*tch, Sandlot Bankrolls with the blue face on fleek That’s yo’ girl, why she on me? YSL with the Murakami on me On fleek, you ain’t gettin’ money then we don’t speak-eak [Chorus] Packin’, .40 on my hip, never lackin’ I could fu*k his b*tch from the back end, get it crackin’ Never runnin’ out of cash, everlastin’, hey Let it bust, yeah, yeah, let it bust, yeah, yeah Let it bust, yeah, yeah, let it bust, yeah, yeah Let it bust, yeah, yeah, let it bust, yeah, yeah Let it bust, yeah, yeah, let it bust, yeah, yeah