Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Packages , by - Aj Tracey. Release date: 21.02.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Packages |
| Yeah yeah |
| AJ from the Lane, Link Up TV Mic Check |
| AJ Tracey |
| Oi West London stand up |
| North-West stand up |
| Shout out my Brixton massive |
| Yo, look |
| But it ain’t Tottenham, but it ain’t Tottenham |
| Can’t chat about no Arsenal |
| Man are from, man are from |
| But it ain’t Tottenham, true say that my dad lived in Tottenham |
| In my crib man can’t chat about Arsenal |
| Man are from |
| Look |
| Yo |
| Check it, look |
| My whole team getting high off sativa |
| My food’s peng like Erin Budina |
| If you ain’t gang, then you can’t get a feature |
| I don’t follow back chicks, I’m a leader |
| She don’t wanna give blows, she a diva |
| She just wanna give blow to the reefer |
| I got a brown skin push-up Latina |
| I beat it up, then I bang on the FIFA |
| I don’t bring your girl round, I’m a teefer |
| She said her team got hotter like a fever |
| I ain’t tryna be a stayer or a leaver |
| I want FaceTime, I don’t wanna beat her |
| Nah, FaceTime, I don’t wanna mash that |
| Trapstar hoodie and a snapback |
| I don’t even smoke, but I back straps |
| Push up your wig and it snap back |
| My whole team in black cah we’re anti |
| Your whole team tryna sing like Ashanti |
| My peng tings looking artwork, Banksy |
| She come around then she take off the panty |
| Woah, off pant, take off the thong |
| Us man were cold from 19 How Long |
| I remember getting shots while I’m on FIFA |
| Then tryna text like «AJ, how long?» |
| Now I’m doing shows, I’m earning that wong |
| Can’t surf with me, the wave is too strong |
| Tell a man how can trapping be dead |
| When I been getting all my packs of food gone? |
| Yeah, my connect’s still alive and well |
| Still on my case, tryna line up cells |
| I’m just tryna cool nuh like Tobz |
| Like Gohan, I ain’t tryna find them Cells |
| Woah, I used to push Charlie, now Charlie’s pushing me |
| Had the cats on my line something like Pusha T |
| Shelled airwaves then I got a music degree |
| Not literally, I do music for P |
| I ain’t gotta bang man using for me |
| My cause said 'Trace, use it for free' |
| I’m active, no way I’m losing the beef |
| Come to a show, I got girls in abundance |
| Fuck the jakes with the cuffs and the truncheons |
| Couldn’t shut down a PC at your nans gaff |
| But you wanna hate when I’m shutting down Functions |
| Boom-Burger, double cheese, no onions |
| South-West, rep both of the Londons |
| I was out there getting yacked in Dublin |
| Dashing Euros down the drain by the hundreds |
| My iPhone died, pissed |
| But it’s all good cah the brick phone’s banging |
| This ain’t just music, hear what I’m saying |
| I get the drop, interceptors start slanging |
| No COD, send the opp and I’ll frag him |
| Like Grim said, «man ah black bin bag him» |
| Starting with me is a myth, don’t do it |
| Saw the man bring a big black MAC in |
| The wheel’s not deep, look at you catting |
| Itching your arms, look at you man gagging |
| Me, I have fun and I play with the beat |
| But I do when I buss, you can say a man’s shagging |
| I don’t bun dro, that’s not me |
| But see me in the party fam, I’m lagging |
| Land in the rave, don’t need no tagging |
| Real name Flex don’t need no padding |
| Don’t pretend to miss the drop like me |
| If you see somebody do it shout 'AJ T' |
| Cause I fathered the flow, fathered the styley |
| Bare man wanna be a AJ follower |
| I need workers so it’s fine by me |
| I’ll sponsor youts with a few Nike’s |
| You’re my son if you’re running with a style like me |
| I said don’t pretend to miss the drop like me |
| If you see somebody do it shout 'AJ T' |
| Cause I fathered the flow, fathered the styley |
| Bare man wanna be a AJ follower |
| I need workers so it’s fine by me |
| I’ll sponsor youts with a few Nikes |
| You’re my son if you’re running with a style like me |
| Ladbroke Grove is where I reside |
| Man get burst up on the G side |
| Last bredda went and got his door kicked off |
| All cause he asked Jay for a 3.5 |
| Anyone who said he touched me, he lied |
| Man thought West was a joke, he tried |
| My block’s just like a hornet’s nest |
| Your block’s sweet just like a beehive |
| Anywhere that we got beef, we drive |
| Didn’t even hit him that hard, he died |
| If you get boomed with the 44 long |
| Critical hit, no chance to revive |
| Don’t think cause you got a pouch, you’re bad |
| Knife in the pouch or not, you’ll get skied |
| Wooden handle on a old school spinner |
| Hit man with the brunettes, get dyed |
| Don’t think cause you’re in a whip, you’re sick |
| Tings in the car or not, you’ll get pitched |
| Golden teeth, we loading that scram |
| Hit man with the blonde tips, get lift |
| Us man grind on the road, don’t grift |
| Call up Strally and make a boy shift |
| Your girl said she needs me on her birthday |
| I wrapped her pum-pum like «take this gift» |
| Run up in a man’s yard, ask for the raw |
| Tie a man to a chair or the the front door |
| Tell a man’s mum «shut your mouth, be quiet» |
| Push man’s likkle bro onto the floor |
| Then dash man’s Xbox games and a bunch |
| Then eat your younger sibling’s packed lunch |
| Don’t think cause I say cool, you’re safe |
| Still make a man’s dad go and hit cunch |
| Dun know |
| AJ from the Lane, get 'em man |