packgotmyeyeslow Songtext
von funeral

Pack got my eyes low
I′m with some vile hoes
It ain't really nothing
Make that motherfucker die slow
Die, ho, hop up out my ride, ho
Fuck ′round, you gon' die, bro
Just wait til' we slide though


We at the grave, and we upping them poles at yo′ family
Lil′ brodie, I swear that I'm sick
Don′t be surprised when you looking down
And see me dicking down, fucking, and kissing yo' bitch
Swear you a bitch
Everybody in ya′ own hood laughing that you got hit
All that work that you was putting in
I swear to God it really ain't mean shit
Pussy love to talk, tell him come test me
I′m in a foreign, swervin' with my bestie
Head shots, why you wearing yo' vest, b?
Bullet fly til′ that motherfucker resting (Yuh)
Air it out, air it out, air it out, air it out
You know I′m airing that ho (Yuh)
Air it out, air it out, air it out, air it out
Lil' bitch, I′m airing that ho

Pack got my eyes low
I'm with some vile hoes
It ain′t really nothing
Make that motherfucker die slow
Die, ho, hop up out my ride, ho
Fuck 'round, you gon′ die, bro
Just wait til' we slide though

Motherfucker want smoke, he can get it all night
He be wit' sum white hoes, and them bitches alt-right
With a bad lil′ bih′, she can get it all night
Shot that lil' boy up, dressed in all white
He said, "Put them guns down, put yo′ fists up, bitch"
Fuck all 'at shit, choppa lift up, bitch
Choppa on me shoot a bitch up, bitch
Fuck all ′at talk, you ain't wit nothin′, bitch


Pack got my eyes low
I'm with some vile hoes
It ain't really nothing
Make that motherfucker die slow
Die, ho, hop up out my ride, ho
Fuck ′round, you gon′ die, bro
Just wait til' we slide