[BFB Da Packman] Okay, let´s, let´s go I just wanna speak like some, some real life facts, you feel me? Some shit I´ve just been dealin´ with
So let´s go, look (Blaccmass) (BNYX)
[BFB Da Packman] Out here you gotta bob and weave I knew I was poppin´ when the opp said he proud of me My girl fucked another nigga while we was in love That´s why I don´t believe a bitch when she say she down for me
[Zack Fox & BFB Da Packman] Out here you gotta stick and move Even as a baby, I was makin´ plays in the womb I sent a women´s basketball player hella nudes I don´t give a fuck if it was spirit, bitch, I got flew (Yello!)
[BFB Da Packman] It´s your dream collab, BFB and Zack Fox I´m fat funny built, so don´t ask me why my crack out (Yello!) She want ocean prime, but I took the bitch to Black Rock My uncle mistreated me, that nigga smokin´ crack now When it come to STD´s, woo, I´m the mascot (Yellow) I´m off four honey packs, dick harder than a math problem On Emmett Till grave, it´s February, ´bout to act out For twenty-eight days have white women suck my black cock (The Lunch Crew Company) Man, your pockets brittle ??? sneaky link, me and Karen Civil (Yello!)
Don´t wear condoms, truth be told I can´t even fit them If Lizzo sold her coochie juice, ah, I wanna buy a swiggle I need a helping hand My brother stole my laptop, he back to smokin´ meth again I got a young bitch, she´s Soo Yung and I´m Jackie Chan She gotta bubble bath me ´fore we fuck, bitch, I´m Method Man
[Zack Fox] I´m the man around town, do your research I´ll fuck this money up ´til my meat hurt My ten toes so down they underneath Earth My neck´s so cold, my nipples pokin´ out my t-shirt (Woo)
Don´t let me in your house, I´ll be done stole somethin´ These weed I´m smokin´ hella quiet like I rolled nothin´ I tried to cook crack once with my slow cousin Burned my auntie kitchen down ´cause we left the stove runnin´ (Yeah, we fucked up) I´ll light a nigga up like a hookah torch Got a gay shooter with a Ruger in his booty shorts I be hangin´ with my opp´s son makin´ pillow forts His baby mama let me re-up with the child support Niggas talkin´ gun shit, but ain´t did no slidin´ I just fucked an old bitch wit´ rheumatoid arthritis I don´t fuck with no loud, nigga, this OG silenced
I can dress my goddamn self, I don´t need no stylist (Get the fuck off me) I ain´t fresh? What the hell you mean? Nigga, I could probably fuck Rihanna in this L.L.Bean Pockets fuller than blues, bitch, I´m B.B. King .40 in my shorts cuddled up with my ding-a-ling Nigga tried to make a move, throw them bows on ´em Got a glitch on my wrist, bitch, it froze on ´em I treat my guns like my sons, I put clothes on ´em Bitch, if it´s up, it stay up like it´s no bottom I put my team on my back like an old possum Niggas wanna fight, it ain´t no problem Hold your nuts like you might wipe his nose off You do ´em like Joe Jackson, beat the right notes out him