About this song

Packed Up is a track by AZ Chike, taken from the album “No Rest for The Wicked”, released September 18, 2026 on Warner Records. It runs 2:20 and carries an explicit content notice. Use the Deezer link above to stream the full song.

Yeah, yeah Okay Packed up, picked up, pimping on a bitch, huh (Ayy) Rollie on my, tuh, Rollie on my wrist, yeah (Okay) I'ma keep on talking 'bout my watch as long as time tick (Yeah) Niggas getting away with disrespect, calling it content I just stomped down, going hella hard Making big bread, brudda, hella cars, hella carbs (Ooh, ooh, true) This song is where P&L in playa get set apart (Ooh) You the type of nigga to tell to get the lesser charge (True) Can't relate, when niggas hate, it's AKs or MMA Wash niggas love to say, "Do you remember back in the day?" (Pfft) Yeah, I do and 'til this day, I'm still up, up and away Never checked for your lane, always ran my own race (Huh) Always did my own shit, always had my own bitch (Ooh, ooh) Never complain about a thang, I clearly didn't deserve to get (No) Always had to earn mine, my skin glowing, that work shine I'm up, she wanna fuck, I told her she couldn't have picked a worser time (Huh, uh, huh) Lame bitch Packed up, picked up, pimping on a bitch, huh (Okay) Rollie on my, huh, Rollie on my wrist, yeah (Yeah) I'ma keep on talking 'bout my watch as long as time tick Niggas getting away with disrespect, calling it content I'ma just pick up where I left off On that lame bitch, can tell she shameless, I do it large Ain't no hanging, you niggas the lamest, I'm unalarmed You just name it, I'll make it famous, no extra charge Ain't no riddles when we get with 'em, send that nigga to the 'spital Always been the main source, never liked to play the middle Ho, you might know AZ Chike but, bitch, you don't know no Chizzle Here for the night, you come get right or, bitch, you might just miss your window I go Rollie, I go Skelly, call up Swaye like where my relly? Niggas knew my money blue like the opening scene to Belly My name Cheesy, you know the rest, and I don't take no disrespect We gon' call it content when niggas poke you in your chest, pussy Packed up, picked up, pimping on a bitch, huh Rollie on my, huh, Rollie on my wrist, yeah I'ma keep on talking 'bout my watch as long as time tick Niggas getting away with disrespect, calling it content Mr. Fucking-Up-the-Scene, I told niggas don't get me started She my favorite type, she gon' arch it and record it She my She my favorite type, she gon' arch it and record Mr. Mr. Fucking-Up-the-Scene, I told niggas don't get me started

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  1. 01 Mercy E 2:53
  2. 02 Lamb Truck Keys E 2:32
  3. 03 Sky Rockets E 3:30
  4. 04 God's Favorite E 3:08
  5. 05 Need Your Love (feat. JMSN) E 3:08
  6. 06 Look Like My Mama E 3:16
  7. 07 Are You Tired Yet? E 0:27
  8. 08 Wonder E 3:49
  9. 09 Negative E 2:23
  10. 10 Uncomfortable Conversations E 3:14
  11. 11 The World Is Ours E 2:54
  12. 12 Rock Bottom E 2:57