"Pack It Up" lyrics

Eugh (One more)
Damn

Backpack of Backwoods hit me with the same straw that fucked the camel up, uh
Bad bitches, can't trust, I just had to change numbers for my sanity, uh
Backpack of bankrolls, I didn't have to chase nothin', it just came to me, uh
Hashtaggin', fake hoes can pack they bags up and get away from me (Pack it up)
Talk, what you 'bout to do with yo' life?
If I'm honest, these drugs 'bout to ruin my life, and that shit had me yellin' out, "Stop it"
I feel like I knew it was coming, and I tried so hard to get it off it
But I really can't do nothin' 'bout it

Okay, fuckboys cock-watchin', bad bitches talk about me
First ho to cry about me, last one to die about it
Real shit, not lying
Double park the wide bod', everybody side-eyein', should've tried harder
I don't really feel like flyin', yo' bitch catch a flight by the any time of month, uh
Thank God I'm finally geekin', hard work paid off, uh
Ho playin' hard to get, get cut right off, God
Dumb bitch can't get started with this shit, don't stop
Smoke before a show, look, if it's loud in here, that's my fault

Backpack of Backwoods hit me with the same straw that fucked the camel up, uh
Bad bitches, can't trust, I just had to change numbers for my sanity, uh
Backpack of bankrolls, I didn't have to chase nothin', it just came to me, uh
Hashtaggin', fake hoes can pack they bags up and get away from me (Pack it up)
Talk, what you 'bout to do with yo' life? (What you 'bout to do?)
If I'm honest, this ho gon' ruin my life, and that shit had me yellin' out, "Stop it"
I felt like I knew it was coming, and I tried so hard to get it off it
But I really can't do nothin' 'bout it (I swear to God)

I know
That shit hard
I tried so hard