Pack In The Mail It's Gone Lyrics

Song Details: Pack In The Mail It’s Gone Lyrics by DaBaby. The song name is Suge sung by DaBaby.

Pack In The Mail It’s Gone Lyrics

[Intro]
Pooh, you a fool for this one
Ha
Oh Lord, Jetson made another one

[Verse 1]
The first n^^ga play, I’ma body a n^^ga (Ha)
I just checked my balance
I’ll probably pull up to your hood
And come buy me a n^^ga (No cap)
You know that your ho told you that n^^ga crazy
Don’t think that she lied to you, n^^ga (Bitch)
Get caught with your ho when I’m poppin’ ’em both
Now they high just like Bobby and Whitney (Haa)
Say I’m the goat, act like I don’t know
But f^^k it, I’m obviously winnin’
Don’t make me go hit the bank and take out a hundred
To show you our pockets are different (Ha)
I’m out with your bitch and I only want knowledge
She got a lil’ mileage, I’m chillin’ (Uh)
You disrespect me and I’ll beat your ass up
All in front of your partners and children (Ahh, ahh)
I’m the type to let a n^^ga think that I’m broke
Until I pop out with a million (I pop)
Take 20K and put that on your head
And make one of your partners come kill you (Yeah)
Say he f^^kin’ with me then he gotta grow up
‘Cause this n^^ga gotta be kiddin’ (Kiddin’)
This sh^t, it can’t fit in my pocket
I got it, like I hit the lottery, n^^ga (Hot, hot, hot)
Opp, I’ll slap the sh^t out a n^^ga
No talkin’, I don’t like to argue with n^^gas (I don’t)
Ain’t gon’ be no more laughin’
You see me whip out ’cause I’m gon’ be done shot me a n^^ga (No cap)
I don’t follow no bitches on IG
But all of your bitches, they follow a n^^ga (Ha)
And that lil’ n^^ga ain’t gon’ shoot sh^t with that gun
He just pull it out in his pictures (Bitch, uh)

[Chorus]
Hah
Pack in the mail, it’s gone (Uh)
She like how I smell, cologne (Yeah)
I just signed a deal, I’m on
Yeah, yeah
I go where I want, I’m good (Good)
Play if you want, let’s do it (Ha)
I’m a young CEO, Suge (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Hah
Pack in the mail, it’s gone (Uh)
She like how I smell, cologne (Yeah)
I just signed a deal, I’m on
Yeah, yeah
I go where I want
I’m good (Good)
Play if you want, let’s do it (Ha)
I’m a young CEO, Suge (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Talkin’ my sh^t, I’ma pop that (Pop)
Got like thirty-two thousand in one of my pockets
The other one, that’s where the Glock at (Glock)
You little n^^gas wanna be internet gangster
Man, tell all these little n^^gas stop that (Ha)
Been done burnt me a n^^ga in front of the store
Where your mammy and grandmama shop at (Bitch)
Hopped out on a whole other wave from these n^^gas
Let’s see one of you little n^^gas top that
I will turn a n^^ga into a convertible
Push me a lil’ n^^ga top back (Vroom)
Her boyfriend be hatin’ and callin’ her groupie
Just ’cause she like all my music (Ha)
She’ll send me a text and then delete the message
He tryna find out, it’s confusin’
I don’t know what these n^^gas is thinkin’ about
Use the brain in your head ‘fore you lose it (Bitch)
I’ll pull up after school and I’ll teach her some sh^t
Tell your bro I’m a motherf^^kin’ tutor
‘Member I used to cheat off a pretty bitch test
All the teachers, they thought I was stupid (Uh huh)
Was expectin’ the box to pull up on a truck
Man, this n^^ga pulled up on a scooter (The f^^k?)

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