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Jerm Pack Freestyle
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Jerm Pack Freestyle was released on March 13, 2025 by Truly Talented Entertainment, LLC. as a part of the album Jerm Pack Freestyle - Single
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Release DateMarch 13, 2025
LabelTruly Talented Entertainment, LLC.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM78

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Doopy Rugz
Doopy Rugz
Rap
Fos Da Bo$$
Fos Da Bo$$
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Leach
Robert Leach
Songwriter
Foster Durette
Foster Durette
Songwriter
Jeremy Kulousek
Jeremy Kulousek
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Big Jerm
Big Jerm
Producer

Lyrics

Yea yea
Truly Talented shit, Huh
Yea
When Jerm drop the pack, know Rugz attack
He legend with these beats
And i'm a legend with these Raps
And these packs **** facts(Bitch)
You ain't got a ass bitch if it don't clap(bitch)
You ain't got no cash if it don't stack like books in book bags
In OKC testing out multiple packs, Tulsa got em' too
Can get you a P of kill for under a rack **** flat, no tax(huh)
Bet you calling Rugz right back(huh)
Bet you sending Rugz a couple racks to make the trap jump
Yo I was broke back then, didn't have no hope back then
But the funny thing is I didn't even smoke back then, yea
I throw the bullshit over my shoulder like some shoulder pads
These **** always complain about some shit, put yo tampon in
You want some money join in
Double up **** throw then coins in
Keep them hating **** in the back they snitchin bringing the boys in
Ain't got time for being petty, shit sloppy like spaghetti
Just want to collect my fetti, and just spread it on a Bettys belly
Ay, hella glazed in the Everglades juiced up Minute Maid
She seen the sauce was amazed
White bitch sniffin coke up in trump towers
Money and Power got these bunnies coming by the hour
Yea yea
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
I'd Rather give you my bitch than my last bit of indo smoke
Great indo folks, it was hard for me to get this dope
I Would have thought that hoe was crippin how she found my loc
I thought that I was trippin when she drove past the post
We at the, Players Ball let's announce a toast
I don't brag or boast but I should
Cause I'm the fucking coach
Bought her a Telfair bag she came far from Coach
Eyes red from the ZaZa fingers stinking as I smack the roach
And I'm, dressed so dapper that's from head to toe
When I pick a bitch it's just like any, many, miny, mo
And I'm beating on my chest in the jungle like mighty Joe
They call me young boy I ain't youngin I will fuck ya throat
Baby girl you already know that I'm just that man
And everything I'm about to do, imma add it to that plan
Acting, actin, you act up, get smacked up
Backed up in that Mac truck(you feel me)
Cause the paper coming in, and it's coming wavy
Everywhere we go baby you know it's so crazy
Got a cup in my hand, with that Rossi inside
Who is this, Fos Da Bo$$ play this shit in yo ride
Everywhere
Written by: Foster Durette, Jeremy Kulousek, Robert Leach
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