Itzjustmatt - Pak Ish (feat. The MSB) Lyrics

Luh, she said you a f*ck boy, litty nigga
Narsie flossy city nigga, 40 Glock a
Touch up on your homie like it's Diddy, nigga
Bad Jawn ain't whippin' in no squadda
Trips to Philly, wit her
She don't suck dick, I can't get jiggy with her
Starvin' on my life, but now I plan to feasts
I kill a beat, I get away with murder like I'm Annalise
They in the club, they birdwatchin
Never been a fan of geese
Don't discriminate, I pull up with a Keisha or Angelique
The hammers tucked, they plan to creep
Shoot my shot it jammed I had to tap rack
Pussy nigga back back
Work get deported like it's kat stacks
Ferrari sliddin matte black
Niggas duckin' Affleck
The competition
Get on track, I treat them like it's Rap Snacks
June, hey, look
She gotta be pressure for me to see her
A Diamond breeder a Tyla
A Aquafina, Selena, Angelina
Lip licker, slim waist, hip sticker
Type shit, turn other bitches to switch hitters
She like money when walkin' through with a maid, nigga
Wolf shit, when I see opps, I see prey, nigga
Petty boys, I'm Deadly Boy, don't play, nigga
Your mom's griefs in arm's reach
Ain't shit sweet, pause, it's all beef
Like Saquon or Arby's
I mask up with long sleeves
Cold watch, your heart freeze
When niggas try to off me
I squeeze this grave, digga
F*ck a leash when the dog's with me, I'm way better
June season, but with these hands, nigga it s may weather
Yeah, I am who I am
I took your bitch off your hands
With me, it's way wetter
Damn, look, tell me
Who really f*ckin' with us, huh
Woulphpak, who really uppin' with us
Broad day with the stick like Home Depot at lunch
Prosecco in my left hand
Opps lookin' crazy, now I'm lookin' at a dead man
We schemin' at brunch
Yeah, I'm really on my heavy shit
And all my niggas reppin
So we gotta raise the iron
We ain't just liftin' it once, huh
Taj, tell him it's packed shit
Tell him we got rounds of applause
Cuz we clap shit
Pussy niggas are a bad bitch, huh
Yeah, give me 90 minutes
And I'll put three on your mans like a hat trick
He's tappin both shoulders
And blowin' kisses to the sky like Catholic
Put a rock on his head, now he Patrick
Oh, God, when this drop, it's a classic
Like the best bleezy ever rolled
It's that pack shit, nigga