lirik lagu beat the pack out – lilcj kasino
[intro: lilcj kasino]
ayy, ayy, ayy
big cj, man
y’all know what the f*ck poppin’
[chorus: lilcj kasino]
b*tch, i came from the slums, servin’ bums
used to stand at the store ’til we got us a traphouse
whip the dope in the pot, beat the pack out
used to be broke, b*tch, we havin’ them racks now, ayy
load up the sticks and we purgin’
i keep a thirty on me, i’ma step back and shoot just like curry
don’t make me nervous
f*ck ’round and flip ’em, the sh*t that i sip, it be thick as detergent
go against gang, we gon’ k!ll a b*tch
we won’t stop spinnin’ until that lil’ n*gga get buried
this f&n part of my drip
i’ma up off the hip and then hop in a rental, we swervin’, ayy
last n*gga playеd with the gang, did him dirty
trapper turned rappеr, but still, i be servin’
b*tch on the road with them bricks in her birkin
lil’ b*tch, i’m a boss, i came far from a worker
[verse 1: bigg unccc]
uh, uh, young trap n*gga, h*ll nah, ain’t no worker
price on your head, you turn me to a searcher
uh, pull up on your block, let the thirty*round burst you
i let the chopper sing, i don’t need rehearsal
i’m in the trap and i’m sippin’ on purple
you sippin’ grape, boy, you slow like a turtle
i pop me a perc’ and get geeked like steve urkel
i’ll wipe off his cousin and text “family matters,” but h*ll nah, i’m not steve urkel, uh
h*ll nah, i’m not steve urkel, uh
5.56 make your ass jump a hurdle
i’m choppin’ your b*tch, she a squirter, uh
same young n*gga that’s workin’ that first forty*eight
spin on your block, i ain’t catchin’ no case
high*speed chase, get away, they ain’t catchin’ the plates
i’m smokin’ on hemp to the face
[verse 2: lilcj kasino]
we get the drop where he stay
we sendin’ opps outer sp*ce
we spin a block with no chase
i got it locked in my state, ayy (no cap)
we ride around with the k
ain’t trustin’ no thot, she a fake
ain’t poppin’ out ‘less i’m gettin’ paid
might pop you, i ever feel played
keep a glock in my pocket on stage
[chorus: lilcj kasino]
b*tch, i came from the slums, servin’ bums
used to stand at the store ’til we got us a traphouse
whip the dope in the pot, beat the pack out
used to be broke, b*tch, we havin’ them racks now, ayy
load up the sticks and we purgin’
i keep a thirty on me, i’ma step back and shoot just like curry
don’t make me nervous
f*ck ’round and flip ’em, the sh*t that i sip, it be thick as detergent
go against gang, we gon’ k!ll a b*tch
we won’t stop spinnin’ until that lil’ n*gga get buried
this f&n part of my drip
i’ma up off the hip and then hop in a rental, we swervin’, ayy
last n*gga played with the gang, did him dirty
trapper turned rapper, but still, i be servin’
b*tch on the road with them bricks in her birkin
lil’ b*tch, i’m a boss, i came far from a worker
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