I heard you was packin a lil 380
Nah it's a 30 and it holdin 80
Aint f*ckin wit slim feel like he shady
Gun in pants gott em shakin like hati
Think I'm the shit She say she wan date me
Don't wanna do that girl friend is crazy
Distance myself cause the vibe feeling shaky
Make a quick play imma cop a Mercedes
Bitch I'm from DC Nigga
Most of the gas that I smoke is that Og
Niggas too fake snake you out for a Rollie
Watch who you wit cause they talk to the police
El Packa da trappa yeah you can't control me
She hop on my dick ride that bitch like a pony
He ain't really wit it he talkin baloney
Bro in the back bouta serve macaroni
Givin em extra
If I want silence I slide in a Tesla
Slamming then Packs make me feel like a wrestler
Met me a plug and he came from Bethesda
Everyday yeah im applying that pressure
Selling that white girl call her Vanessa
He drawin tips I call em a sketcher
I got some London gas hit like it's fletcher
12 get behind me you know imma floor it
Trap out the house where the windows is boarded
Came from the trenches where niggas they stealing
Act like they not and then help you look for it
I can get nasty wit da Rico
I got more cheese than a Cheeto
2 shots to his head like a free throw
Bro in the back wit the glock in a pea coat
I heard you was packin a lil 380
Nah it's a 30 and it holdin 80
Aint f*ckin wit slim feel like he shady
Gun in pants gott em shakin like hati
Think I'm the shit She say she wan date me
Don't wanna do that girl friend is crazy
Distance myself cause the vibe feeling shaky
Make a quick play imma cop a Mercedes
Bitch I'm from DC Nigga
Most of the gas that I smoke is that Og
Niggas too fake snake you out for a Rollie
Watch who you wit cause they talk to the police
El Packa da trappa yeah you can't control me
She hop on my dick ride that bitch like a pony
He ain't really wit it he talkin baloney
Bro in the back bouta serve macaroni
El Packa - I Heard Lyrics
El Packa - I Heard Lyrics
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I heard you was packin a lil 380
Nah it's a 30 and it holdin 80
Aint f*ckin wit slim feel like he shady
Gun in pants gott em shakin like hati
Think I'm the shit She say she wan date me
Don't wanna do that girl friend is crazy
Distance myself cause the vibe feeling shaky
Make a quick play imma cop a Mercedes
Bitch I'm from DC Nigga
Most of the gas that I smoke is that Og
Niggas too fake snake you out for a Rollie
Watch who you wit cause they talk to the police
El Packa da trappa yeah you can't control me
She hop on my dick ride that bitch like a pony
He ain't really wit it he talkin baloney
Bro in the back bouta serve macaroni
Givin em extra
If I want silence I slide in a Tesla
Slamming then Packs make me feel like a wrestler
Met me a plug and he came from Bethesda
Everyday yeah im applying that pressure
Selling that white girl call her Vanessa
He drawin tips I call em a sketcher
I got some London gas hit like it's fletcher
12 get behind me you know imma floor it
Trap out the house where the windows is boarded
Came from the trenches where niggas they stealing
Act like they not and then help you look for it
I can get nasty wit da Rico
I got more cheese than a Cheeto
2 shots to his head like a free throw
Bro in the back wit the glock in a pea coat
I heard you was packin a lil 380
Nah it's a 30 and it holdin 80
Aint f*ckin wit slim feel like he shady
Gun in pants gott em shakin like hati
Think I'm the shit She say she wan date me
Don't wanna do that girl friend is crazy
Distance myself cause the vibe feeling shaky
Make a quick play imma cop a Mercedes
Bitch I'm from DC Nigga
Most of the gas that I smoke is that Og
Niggas too fake snake you out for a Rollie
Watch who you wit cause they talk to the police
El Packa da trappa yeah you can't control me
She hop on my dick ride that bitch like a pony
He ain't really wit it he talkin baloney
Bro in the back bouta serve macaroni
Nah it's a 30 and it holdin 80
Aint f*ckin wit slim feel like he shady
Gun in pants gott em shakin like hati
Think I'm the shit She say she wan date me
Don't wanna do that girl friend is crazy
Distance myself cause the vibe feeling shaky
Make a quick play imma cop a Mercedes
Bitch I'm from DC Nigga
Most of the gas that I smoke is that Og
Niggas too fake snake you out for a Rollie
Watch who you wit cause they talk to the police
El Packa da trappa yeah you can't control me
She hop on my dick ride that bitch like a pony
He ain't really wit it he talkin baloney
Bro in the back bouta serve macaroni
Givin em extra
If I want silence I slide in a Tesla
Slamming then Packs make me feel like a wrestler
Met me a plug and he came from Bethesda
Everyday yeah im applying that pressure
Selling that white girl call her Vanessa
He drawin tips I call em a sketcher
I got some London gas hit like it's fletcher
12 get behind me you know imma floor it
Trap out the house where the windows is boarded
Came from the trenches where niggas they stealing
Act like they not and then help you look for it
I can get nasty wit da Rico
I got more cheese than a Cheeto
2 shots to his head like a free throw
Bro in the back wit the glock in a pea coat
I heard you was packin a lil 380
Nah it's a 30 and it holdin 80
Aint f*ckin wit slim feel like he shady
Gun in pants gott em shakin like hati
Think I'm the shit She say she wan date me
Don't wanna do that girl friend is crazy
Distance myself cause the vibe feeling shaky
Make a quick play imma cop a Mercedes
Bitch I'm from DC Nigga
Most of the gas that I smoke is that Og
Niggas too fake snake you out for a Rollie
Watch who you wit cause they talk to the police
El Packa da trappa yeah you can't control me
She hop on my dick ride that bitch like a pony
He ain't really wit it he talkin baloney
Bro in the back bouta serve macaroni
Writer: Dwayne Postell
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid