Pack got my eyes low

I'm with some vile hoes

It ain't really nothing

Make that motherfucker die slow

Die, ho, hop up out my ride, ho

Fuck 'round, you gon' die, bro

Just wait til' we slide though

We at the grave, and we upping them poles at yo' family

Lil' brodie, I swear that I'm sick

Don't be surprised when you looking down

And see me dicking down, fucking, and kissing yo' b***h

Swear you a b***h

Everybody in ya' own hood laughing that you got hit

All that work that you was putting in

I swear to God it really ain't mean s**t

Pussy love to talk, tell him come test me

I'm in a foreign, swervin' with my bestie

Head shots, why you wearing yo' vest, b?

Bullet fly til' that motherfucker resting (Yuh)

Air it out, air it out, air it out, air it out

You know I'm airing that ho (Yuh)

Air it out, air it out, air it out, air it out

Lil' bitch, I'm airing that ho

Pack got my eyes low

I'm with some vile hoes

It ain't really nothing

Make that motherfucker die slow

Die, ho, hop up out my ride, ho

Fuck 'round, you gon' die, bro

Just wait til' we slide though

m****r f****r want smoke, he can get it all night

He be wit' sum white hoes, and them bitches alt-right

With a bad lil' bih', she can get it all night

Shot that lil' boy up, dressed in all white

He said, "Put them guns down, put yo' fists up, bitch"

Fuck all 'at shit, choppa lift up, b***h

Choppa on me shoot a b***h up, b***h

Fuck all 'at talk, you ain't wit nothin', b***h

Pack got my eyes low

I'm with some vile hoes

It ain't really nothing

Make that motherfucker die slow

Die, ho, hop up out my ride, ho

Fuck 'round, you gon' die, bro

Just wait til' we slide