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Pack out the trunk from the front to the back, uh
Pack out the trunk from the front to the back, uh
Pack out the trunk from the front to the back, uh
Pack out the trunk from the front to the back (back)
Pack out the trunk from the front to the back, uh
Pack out the trunk from the front to the back (back)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (uh), yeah (uh), yeah, yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (uh), yeah (uh), yeah, yeah, uh (what's up?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (get him), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh (get him back)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
At 35 and I'm still a purty guy
Pussy never dry, you know shawty certified
Pancake-ass niggas stay turnin' sides (uh-huh)
Cookie cutter niggas soda pop, yeah, they Canada Dry, uh (uh-huh)
Fuck a fight, nighty-night if we shoot the five
And we bop, hit 'em low, nigga, shoot him high
Suit and tie, they crossed the boy so many times, feel crucified (yeah)
Bumpin' Koopsta Knicca in my coupe, my doors still suicide (yeah)
Shoutouts to my felons, boy, we caught another felony (uh)
Shoutout-shoutouts to my felons, boy, we caught another felony (ooh, ooh)
Shoutouts to my felons, boy, we caught another felony (ooh, uh)
Young felon nigga uptown, fuck who tellin' me (ooh, ooh)
Pack out the trunk from the front to the back (ooh, ooh)
All gold fronts from the front to the back (ooh, ooh)
Pack out the trunk from the front to the back (ooh, ooh)
Pack out the trunk from the front to the back (ooh, uh-huh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (uh), yeah (uh), yeah, yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (uh), yeah (uh), yeah, yeah, uh (what's up?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (get him), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh (get him back)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
BBL, think they built
They strainin' when they trainin' in the gym
They think they Wilt Chamberlain
Can't name a bitch who pussy I ain't killed (for real)
You lame as shit, we ain't forget
The muscles, they ain't real, yeah, yeah, uh
Shoutouts to my felons, boy, we caught another felony