Pack Up Yo Bags - Bmike

Fuck you mean you ain’t catching no Uber?

Hell nah I ain’t taking yo ass home

Ay where you taking those keys?

Don’t touch my keys now

Leave them keys on the counter baby that’s my shit

Dang, baby that’s my shit

Better call yo ass an Uber baby that’s my whip

Fo' real, baby that’s my whip

And don’t forget it

I’m lucky I ain’t buy that shit on credit

I’m lucky I didn’t put a ring on something I regretted

I’m lucky now I ain’t gotta deal with yo shit

Ya next nigga prolly gonna jump shit fo' real

Ya Mama hit me up the other day again

Told me she need a hunnid dollars for the rent

I told that bitch I’m broke as fuck as far as she know

Because the day before I saw her ass by the casino

I luhh yo pops doe

He’s the definition of a real nigga

You should both apologize he gotta deal with yas

But man that nigga should apologize to me

Cuz I put up with yo a till 3

Pack up yo bags, bitch you gotta leave

I ain’t got the time to deal with you and yo shit

Hurry yo ass, yo Uber 'bout to leave

I’ll even give you 20 bucks towards yo trip

And you could’ve had it all

You coulda been right here with me watching murder documentaries on Netflix

You could’ve had it all

But all you got now is a motherfuckin' Uber bill bitch

Man…

I don’t think you understand the gravity of the type of girl I was dealing with

like…

You know those Instagram models?

You know those instagram models right?

I’m talking 'bout the type of girls with only one concern

How much likes on her last photo.

Recognize?

I don’t want you here, you should 1, 2 step

All the way out the fuckin' front dow

And to top it off yas chilling by the house she’s kissing on yo neck

You go to unbutton those jeans but she say she got respect saying

«I ain’t the type of chick who just takes off her clothes quick»

I said, «But then why do you do it for Instgram pics?»

She getting mad as hell like, «You only want me for one thing»

I said, «How been together 3 months and I ain’t got that one thing»

She’s like, «Well all guys are the same, you’re all just thirsty»

«Well why the fuck you try every guy in the first place?»

And ladies don’t get me wrong guys are the same busters

Type of dudes that buy Jordans but he still riding the buses

And that nigga got two kids but he always in the club

That’s when you hit him up like «Come get your stuff boy»

Pack up yo bags, bitch you gotta leave

I ain’t got the time to deal with you and yo shit

Hurry yo ass, yo Uber 'bout to leave

I’ll even give you 20 bucks towards yo trip

And you could’ve had it all

Coulda done cute white people shit like ordering things we can’t pronounce from

Starbucks

You could’ve had it all

Yeah that coulda been us

I’ma need that 20 bucks back too

That’s like three days of gas money and a pack of bubble gum

You can keep the bubble gum though

Cuz yo breath stank!