Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bfb Da Packman
Bfb Da Packman
Vocals
Sada Baby
Sada Baby
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyree Thomas
Tyree Thomas
Songwriter
Casada Sorrell
Casada Sorrell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Energy
Energy
Producer

Lyrics

Energy made this one Trapped the whole winter Scammed for the summer Came to America wit' dope in her stomach Spent $1,100 on these Valentino runners We just fuckin' for the summer, 'fore I hit, I change my number Pa-Packman on a track? It's a slapper I-I-I'll jump off a bridge 'fore I put my dick in plastic I was so fucked up, that I had to sell plasma If my bitch say bless you when you sneeze, you can have her Don'- Don't blame me if you broke, you just a woulda, coulda, shoulda Try to rob me, you hear the booka, booka, booka I don't like good girls, I like hooker, hooker, hookers And I don't sell crack, I'm givin' niggas booger sugar Call the plug, and he pullin' up on a Kawasaki Tell my brother if he catch a body, then I'm tellin' mommy Hallelujah, Jesus Christ, but I'm with a thousand Ockeys Came up from sellin' pussy, free my nigga Joe Exotic She said she can feel it in her stomach, stop capping 'Ol lyin' ass bitch, my dick ain't that big Cougar bitch, but she look good, Toni Braxton I-I-I-I got low self-esteem, I was a fat kid Suck it good, chew it, then swallow, Sour Patch Kid My bitch 'bout to leave me 'cause I'm built like Patrick I nut super quick and I be weighin' down the mattress On the low, dawg, I'm tired of this fat shit I-I-I-I-I ain't signed to nobody, bitch, I work for me Bitch fucked a opp for revenge, she think she hurtin' me Caught 'em both slippin' at the movies, gave 'em First Degree Rihanna got warts in that case, bitch, Herpe me I tell a bitch if she ain't suckin' dick, then leave me be (Ha) Yeah, I need a freaky hoe to eat the dingaling meat (On God) And dough head ring up baby mama off of Ching-A-Ling I think she think me and her got a thing (Naw) Bitch, naw, you ain't gettin' a damn thing but my balls (Okay) Don't reply to yo' texts, I'm ignorin' yo' calls (Bitch) Look, gotta hit the trap, I got plays for that raw (I do) Whole thangs, we got bricks, we got blocks of that dope (We good) Brea-Break-Break-Break it down, Watch me boogie on that pussy while I'm smokin' bushie (Ooh) Huh, baby daddy talkin' tough, I give that boy a noogie (Right) Still make his baby mama stuff a script up in her tushie (I will) Used to skip school wit' them sticks, playin' hockey, hood shit (Heel) Ca-Ca-Ca-Catch a snitch lackin' on his balcony, Tekashi My Asian nigga keep a hot chop clip, wasabi Packman got some fat fans in the lobby (He do) Skuba Steve got some lame niggas tryna clout chase (Hmm, hmm) Packman ate yo' grandmama wit' the pound cakes (Hmm, hmm) Skuba Steve movin' that gram down to the shake (Hmm, hmm) Hmm, fuck a pandemic, Flint water been fucked up (Hmm, hmm) Huh, ain't nobody send nobody there to help us (Hmm, hmm) Huh, bounce back, shake back, picked our self up (Tell 'em) Huh, still trap around this bitch, the Lord blessed us (Tell 'em) Huh, I got balls in the mail when I wake up (Okay) Huh, I might give that bitch a Perc' if she take one (Nigga, do it) Huh, you can hit that door wit' no Tool, I 'on't even take one (Do it, do it) Huh, you ain't never had no topside? We got A1 (Alright) Huh, I done ran up a hundred through this quarantine Huh, ain't shit boring 'bout them bands, give me more of him (Okay) You'll never hear no bitch say she bored wit' me (Not ever) You-You'll never hear no nigga say he whores me (Not never) Huh, If the nigga play, then he gon' be a corpse, huh (On God) Baby Dre got the chop' and a 40 I'm s- I'm super healthy, mixin' syrup with the Jamba Juice You ever got head from a fiend that was snaggle toothed? Home Depot, when we slide down, we bring them hammers through Chop-Chop-Chop-Chopper wit' the knife, it'll slice a nigga cabbage loose Before I trick wit' a bitch, I'll wear a condom I-I hate to eat fruit, my diet bad, so she hate to swallow I'm really fucked up, they put gin in my baby bottle Tell-Tell my brother if he catch another body, I'ma tell my mama Fire top, locked jaw, had to grab the bed She like Perc' dick when we fuckin', lemme grab my meds Pop-Popped a nigga, but he didn't die, he went and grabbed the Feds When I eat yo' pussy from the back, baby, grab my head Ugh, I'm complacent now K bullets flyin' through the crib and flipped the place around Was in a 1 bedroom, was lookin' spacious now Va-Vacuum seal some rabbit food, voila, I can make a pound Whip a pint wit' some wood, I'm a lumberjack Nigga mad his bitch fucked me, didn't even hump her back Instead of slidin', beefin' bout a bitch, you need to dump her ass This bop stick'll fuck a pornstar, it got the nuts attached O-O-Okay, listen, I'm 'bout to quit rappin' I like my bitches dumb and illiterate, 'cause they get nasty Donut eatin' got me diabetes, nigga, fuck salad My bitch cheatin', fed her to the animals, Carole Baskin Whip a four, aye, huh (Mm) Trap a four piece, huh (Mm) FN, front seat, where ya hoe be (Mm) I-I-I-I-I-I put tints on my nephew Huffy bike, keep him lowkey (Bitch) I ain't extra, bitch, you special if you ghostin' me (Uh, yeah) Huh, everybody 'round me rich, how it's 'posed to be (Uh, yeah) Bi-Big booty, butt naked bitch while I roll my weed, lil' thot (Uh, yeah) I'm a million dollar nigga, hop on yo' knees (Ah, ah, ah) You ain't ever seen 40 thousand in all blue cheese Tell DT put it on the aux, that's all you need He gon' big back drop or pop 'em and watch all you bleed (He do) Huh, watch all y'all die (He do) Huh, watch all you dead (He do) Huh, bitches get back, gang need all that bread (Yeah) Huh, got scopes wit' the yhaps, we aimin' at heads (Bang) Huh, we scrapin' niggas whole blocks, they aimin' at legs (Goofy) Like, we gotta get equal, you heard what I said (You hear me?) Huh, like, we gotta get even, You know how we play it (Do you hear me?) Like this rifle, illegal, I'm still gon' spray it (On God) Huh, I might shoot it diagonal and knock off his mans Huh, me and Stewie high fivin', we done dropped a nigga Huh, me and relative got a smile? Know what time it is (Huh) Huh, meet Taytay on a mile for a pound of mids (Yeah) Bout-Bout-Bout to jugg a nigga outta town, ain't stoppin' shit (On God) Nutboy prolly gave yo' titi a crack rock (For real) Lil' bro'll beat yo' ass if you try some shit Duh!
Writer(s): Tyree Thomas, Marlon Lafayette Brown, Casada Sorrell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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