Jackboy – Pack a Punch lyrics

Jackboy – Pack a Punch lyrics

40 come with a Pack A Punch
Smoke a n***a like a bag of Runtz
Take a n***a b***h to lunch
I bought her Filet Mignon
We pull a scammer stunt
But they don’t’ know what we on
She tell a single soul then I go kill her mom
Steppin’ in Alexander McQueen
Yeah b***h I’m the don plus I got a gun
Tag yo dumb a*s if you run since I got me some
I get bop from a nun pray for me these hoes be choosing
And I’m the Chosen One

Ain’t really no point in tryna compete
I thought they told ya son
We caught em lackin at the pool
We put a hole in one we gone
Until the whole clip done
Shooting just for fun
Boy act up for nothing
Always up to something
So just you don’t trust him
Him be tryna spin bend
Sniper go and get him
Him be toting FN’
F**k a smith & Wesson
Not just anybody can suck my d**k
Hoe I gave you a blessing
Go f**k her auntie and her momma
To teach her a*s a lesson
Bring her grandma in the mix
While dicking down a veteran
Young adolescent I’m a juvenile
Type a n***a make a cougar
B***h eat up my child

40 come with a Pack A Punch
Smoke a n***a like a bag of Runtz
Take a n***a b***h to lunch
I bought her Filet Mignon
We pull a scammer stunt
But they don’t’ know what we on
She tell a single soul then I go kill her mom
Steppin’ in Alexander McQueen
Yeah b***h I’m the don plus I got a gun
Tag yo dumb a*s if you run since I got me some
I get bop from a nun pray for me these hoes be choosing
And I’m the Chosen One

Most of my dogs call me zebra
But you could call me the goat
And I already know you a skeezer
So I’m trying abuse ya throat
Ya I’m tryna abuse ya mind
While my n****s ransack your house
Ran off on you like plies
Ran off with your heart, no lies
Project Pooh in the hood selling pies
Big Z, we got mob ties
Black magic, I got 9 lives
Try to knock me down, still I rise
In the chain gang had 4 knives
187 down for a ride
You know Jack gone cha cha slide
Mushu poke out out his eye
Tryna see the f**k n***a die
Never say I did not lie
Say she want my heart, why try
Say she want my love, eww, why
Nah b***h, I’m not that guy
Nah b***h, I’m not yo dude
Jackboy too god damn rude
Got damn bih, who is you

40 come with a Pack A Punch
Smoke a n***a like a bag of Runtz
Take a n***a b***h to lunch
I bought her Filet Mignon
We pull a scam or something
But they don’t’ know what we on
She tell a single soul then I go kill her mom
Steppin’ in Alexander McQueen
Yeah b***h I’m the don plus I got a gun
Tag yo dumb a*s if you run since I got me some
I get bop from a nun pray for me these hoes be choosing
And I’m the Chosen One

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