Fatboi Deezi & Bodymore Big Steve - Packs Off Lyrics

Aye
Shit get drastic I gotta plan it
I gotta manage
Shit get cut and damaged
I got a bandage
It's not as fancy
This shit not candy Sweet
Damn it I'm on the land this week
I gotta hit my feet
Because my people need to eat
Dont wanna do
But hard not to when The rent is due
Babies need some food
And you taking care of mama too
How the f*ck you move
How the f*ck you do what you do
And you keep it smooth
Dont nobody know what you do
I'm just trying to make it that's all
Flipping that raw trying to get these packs off
Whip the soft its coming back hard
At the back door trying to get these packs off
I'm just trying to make it that's all
Flipping that raw trying to get these packs off
Whip the soft its coming back hard
At the back door trying to get these packs off
Plenty late nights
Made the pack move
Im a road runner
If tha money right
Got mouths to feed
Cant ease up
Foot on they neck
Won't ease up
I'm knee deep
Cant turn back
Started way back
Money keep flowin
That's the hustle in me
Know these niggas envy
No pocket watching
Got a tunnel vision
I move different
I hustle quiet
Keep them out my bizness
Dont need a witness
Moving weight
Like my body fitness
Apply pressure
I'm just trying to get rich
In the trenches
My name good
Plug love me
I get the packs off
I done sold it soft
Sold it hard
Posted with it
Water whipped it
Trying to stretch it
During a drought baby
Tax niggaz
Like its tax season
No friend zone
I'm in a money zone
On snap chat
Wit a money phone
I'm flexing
This for the broke days
And them hungry nights
Had to make a way
From the ground up
Got my grind up
Had to step it up
Yea
I'm just trying to make it that's all
Flipping that raw trying to get these packs off
Whip the soft its coming back hard
At the back door trying to get these packs off
I'm just trying to make it that's all
Flipping that raw trying to get these packs off
Whip the soft its coming back hard
At the back door trying to get these packs off