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pack a punch - lil motor & lil awkward lyrics

[intro]
(sypooda!)
motor
uh uh uh uh uh
(uh uh uh uh uh )
uh uh uh uh uh
d*mn, yo f*ck ted spanos!
(what’s this kn*b do?)

[verse 1, motor]
show up to his house his kids dying
wind ch*imes blowing ’round his f*cking porch at midnight
slid quietly into the crib sly with my maneuvering
lying on the floor if he got diamonds i’m removing it
silence goes across the room in waves
while motor paving the way
hear me echo like a cave popping f*ckers who misbehave
on the stage, i’m freshly shaven still don’t got a babyface
and in all black drip like a raven, you pacing to save your place
your heart should shrivel up like a raisin
when i count my raising canes yeah that’s my chicken
grab the waitrеss i’m staring at crazy plates
stacking the bacon until you can’t taste it
i savor it, top it off with a filеt
nothing you saying is saving your case
i’m with awkward and biiggy it isn’t your day!
(cause we packin)
[verse 2, awkward ]
packing drugs before i get to school like i was packing lunch
i’m serving runtz to c*nts who like sticking fingers inside their b*tts
(ew) and if you f*ck with product ill show you all the iraq in us
(boom boom)
because we ain’t doing sh*t unless a motherf*cker pack a gun!
these ****** got me cussing in public
but when i pull to your function, i’ll leave you stuck with concussions
we carry zips by the dozen and carry blow like a russian
you ain’t nothing to me like how the f*ck is this even a discussion?
we got meek like its mill, we k!ll and watch the blood spill
all on the ground he sure ain’t paying for those medical bills
i’m rocking yellow jumpers with katanas feeling like bill
i’ll slice your bowels like you’re fowler just to give me a thrill!
my flow is harder than a b*tch, these maxi pads cannot handle me
and ill finish the job, because we got plenty of ammo g
i do this sh*t single*handedly, homie we ain’t got amity
these snowflakes coming at me just for all of my profanity!

[verse 3, yung eli ]
oh, how can it be?
n*ggas throwing shade like a canopy
and in return, these bullets do some damaging
(boom boom boom boom)
i let the cannon sing
camo on can’t be seen
half these n*ggas capping when they rapping its just fantasy
his b*tch is a fan of me it drove him to insanity
i feel like cole when i kick a b*tch out n*gga i demand my tee
like give me my shirt back
living with the drugs dealing where the work at?
then i flip it and serve that
but i’m feeling like drake hope n0body heard that
well by n0body i mean the feds
i ain’t mean to take his shorty we wasn’t that drunk i don’t know how she got in my bed
and them n*ggas that’s up in your corner been hyping you up and it got to your head
that’s how n*ggas end up dead, block*like carti whole lotta red
[verse 4, motor ]
this p*ssy said to off him i’m like bet
caught him in his bed
pop*out like some pez
only way he resting gon be in a coffin
leave his ass coughing up blood
infrared beam gonna detect
when that sh*t hit your chest
not a thing to protect you
because we do not tolerate the disrespect
if you talking let it be direct
all up in my section should’ve never stepped b*tch you get swept

- lil motor lil awkward lyrics

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