dolla dame - packed out lyrics
[chorus: yhung t.o.]
i’ve been running up a bag, counting racks out
we [?] up in vegas, sending packs out
glock 30 with a stick, for the back down
glock in her perse, case the club with the pat down
it ain’t hard to hear your n_gga in the background
lil n_gga ain’t no [?] mack rounds
backshots make her tap out
let him reach for these chains, he get packed out
[verse 1: philthy rich]
rich as f_ck, but still never switching up
make sure it’s about money, when you mention us
lil n_gga sliding on a dummy mission
engen light on and the transmition
moms found my stash, a couple bands missing
fell out with some n_ggas, i felt back and gave them distance
no culinary arts, but i was in the kitchen
b_tch, i’m in the ginnis book for cooking the most chickens
it’s philthy
[verse 2: slimmy b]
i’m a motherf_cking savage
gucci for the shoes, monclare for the jacket
n_ggas want a verse, there’s a fee, b_tch, i’m taxing
40 flip a n_gga like a p_ssed on mattress
for any of my n_gga [?] i can’t imagine
i’m stacking, can’t see you broke n_ggas like i’m [?]
no time for a ratchet, need a b_tch on her bag sh_t
acting, slide on your block and wreak havoc
b_tch
[chorus: yhung t.o.]
i’ve been running up a bag, counting racks out
we [?] up in vegas, sending packs out
glock 30 with a stick, for the back down
glock in her perse, case the club with the pat down
it ain’t hard to hear your n_gga in the background
lil n_gga ain’t no [?] mack rounds
backshots make her tap out
let him reach for these chains, he get packed out
[verse 3: dolla dame]
this one for the gang, gang n_ggas only
and i can’t call you brodie, less you shoot for me
whole lotta blue strips, i’ve been checking chicken
20 [?] stuffed inside my denom, you see how i’m living
i ran it up, me and my brodie, ho, don’t ask for sh_t
wasn’t with me shooting in the gym, i couldn’t aford a zip
now it’s designer sh_t i be in, all the fly sh_t
bust down roley, i can’t even tell what time it is
n_gga
[verse 4: daboii]
i stand out with these bands, you just stand tall
i’m in a rush to them bands, i can’t stand tall
big sticks on the glocks, we ain’t playing golf
hit a l!ck, never panic, b_tch, we play it off
he ain’t putting in no work, then we lay him off
b_tch, your n_gga taking orders, ’cause he ain’t a boss
i fall down, i get up, b_tch, i shake it off
and if i don’t got that strap, then i’m taking off
[chorus: yhung t.o.]
i’ve been running up a bag, counting racks out
we [?] up in vegas, sending packs out
glock 30 with a stick, for the back down
glock in her perse, case the club with the pat down
it ain’t hard to hear your n_gga in the background
lil n_gga ain’t no [?] mack rounds
backshots make her tap out
let him reach for these chains, he get packed out
[verse 5: lul g]
big 40 get to bussing, p_ssy n_gga, i don’t thump
ten chains on my neck, vvs, i don’t tuckk
blue hunds in these denoms, young n_gga, i don’t tuck
hundred rounds in the chop, making p_ssy n_ggas run
but brodie by my side, and he stay with that mack
let a p_ssy disrespect, then a p_ssy on his back
young wild n_gga, so i gotta keep a strap
sh_t get real in the field, so it’s 50 in the mack
[verse 6 ?]
money coming fast, the more n_ggas get to hating
then they see the diamonds, broke n_ggas get to playing
[?] by my side, il n_gga tryna [?]
tryna reach for my chain, stupid boy, still lame
look in my face, and tell me [?]
can’t touch the new n_gga, [?] on the side
now i’m sitting in the [?] in a new 25
stupid ass young n_ggas, i ain’t even touched a 5
b_tch
[chorus: yhung t.o.]
i’ve been running up a bag, counting racks out
we [?] up in vegas, sending packs out
glock 30 with a stick, for the back down
glock in her perse, case the club with the pat down
it ain’t hard to hear your n_gga in the background
lil n_gga ain’t no [?] mack rounds
backshots make her tap out
let him reach for these chains, he get packed out
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