Packed Up - AZ Chike: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Packed Up

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Packed Up was released on June 19, 2026 by Warner Records as a part of the album Packed Up - Single

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OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

AZ Chike

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Chauncey Hollis

Chauncey Hollis

Songwriter

Damaria Kayshawn Walker

Damaria Kayshawn Walker

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Nicolas De Porcel

Nicolas De Porcel

Mastering Engineer

Derek "MixedByAli" Ali

Derek "MixedByAli" Ali

Mixing Engineer

Hit Boy

Producer

Hayden Duncan

Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Yea, yea

Packed up, picked up

Pimping on a bitch

Rollie on my

Rollie on my wrist (okay)

I'ma keep on talking bout my watches

As long as time tick

**** getting away with disrespect

Calling it content

I just stomped down, going hella hard

Making big bread brudda

Hella cars, Hella carbs

This song is where P & L in playa get set apart

You the type of **** to tell to get the lesser charge

Can't relate

When **** hate it's AK's or MMA

Wash **** love to say, "Do you remember

back in the day?"

Yea I do and till this day

I'm still up up & away

Never checked for yo lane

Always ran my own race

Always did my own shit

Always had my own bitch

Never complain about a thang I clearly didn't deserve to get

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

Lame bitch

Packed up, picked up

Pimping on a bitch

Rollie on my

Rollie on my wrist

I'ma keep on talking bout my watches

As long as time tick

**** 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 **** the lamest

I'm unalarmed

You just name it, I'll make it famous

No extra charge

Ain't no riddles when we get wit 'em

Send that **** to the spital

Always been the main source

Never liked to play the middle

Hoe, 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 yo window

I go Rollie, I go Skelly

Call up Swaye like where my relly

**** 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 gone call it content when **** poke you

in yo chest pussy

Packed up, picked up

Pimping on a bitch

Rollie on my

Rollie on my wrist

I'ma keep on talking bout my watches

As long as time tick

**** getting away with disrespect

Calling it content

Mr. Fucking-up-the-scene

I told **** don't get me started

She my favorite type

She gon' arch it and recorded it

She my favorite type

She gon' arch it and recorded it

Mr. Fucking-up-the-scene

I told **** don't get me started

Written by: Chauncey Hollis, Damaria Kayshawn Walker

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