Ice Pack BFB Da Packman (Ft. Icewear Vezzo)
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[Intro: BFB Da Packman]
Let's get right, Caasi, yeah
(I'm so proud of you, Caasi)
[Verse 1: BFB Da Packman]
Ridin' with that chopper in the front seat (Brrt)
I got funny bars, but ain't nan' nigga mush me
Switchy on this bitch'll turn a nigga to some lunch meat
Vrrr (The Lunch Crew Company, pussy-ass nigga)
I was trappin' before rappin', it was God-given
Be with grimy niggas, all felons, they just rob niggas
Cut my baby mama off, the stupid bitch wouldn't stop strippin'
(Fuck she mean? Nigga, I got pape', fuck you mean?)
I'm with BabyDrill
I dress like shit, but these hoes know I got pape' for real (Facts)
Rap Adam Sandler, in the Scat playin' Haitian Bill
Give me melatonin, Wock', and water, I can make a seal (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Bitch cheatin' on you 'cause you lazy and can't pay a bill (Broke-ass nigga)
Niggas ain't gangster, only tough when thеy take them pills (Uh-uh)
Your mans got dropped, you wеnt in hidin' like you hate the drills (Hide-and-seek-ass niggas)
In a safe place, holdin' guns on Insta', makin' Reels
Niggas sad as hell
She said, "Put on a condom or you can't fuck," I was mad as hell (Uh-uh)
I'ma get rich or die tryin' or it's back to jail
Seen niggas gettin' money in my hood, I had to add myself (On God, nigga, I had to get the pape')
Can't be fat and broke
I kept my phone slappin' 'cause I gave the fiends the antidote (Yop)
I'm tryna build a house when granny asked me what these hammers for (Yeah)
We haven't talked in years 'cause I was servin' my granddaddy dope
Let's get right, Caasi, yeah
(I'm so proud of you, Caasi)
[Verse 1: BFB Da Packman]
Ridin' with that chopper in the front seat (Brrt)
I got funny bars, but ain't nan' nigga mush me
Switchy on this bitch'll turn a nigga to some lunch meat
Vrrr (The Lunch Crew Company, pussy-ass nigga)
I was trappin' before rappin', it was God-given
Be with grimy niggas, all felons, they just rob niggas
Cut my baby mama off, the stupid bitch wouldn't stop strippin'
(Fuck she mean? Nigga, I got pape', fuck you mean?)
I'm with BabyDrill
I dress like shit, but these hoes know I got pape' for real (Facts)
Rap Adam Sandler, in the Scat playin' Haitian Bill
Give me melatonin, Wock', and water, I can make a seal (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Bitch cheatin' on you 'cause you lazy and can't pay a bill (Broke-ass nigga)
Niggas ain't gangster, only tough when thеy take them pills (Uh-uh)
Your mans got dropped, you wеnt in hidin' like you hate the drills (Hide-and-seek-ass niggas)
In a safe place, holdin' guns on Insta', makin' Reels
Niggas sad as hell
She said, "Put on a condom or you can't fuck," I was mad as hell (Uh-uh)
I'ma get rich or die tryin' or it's back to jail
Seen niggas gettin' money in my hood, I had to add myself (On God, nigga, I had to get the pape')
Can't be fat and broke
I kept my phone slappin' 'cause I gave the fiends the antidote (Yop)
I'm tryna build a house when granny asked me what these hammers for (Yeah)
We haven't talked in years 'cause I was servin' my granddaddy dope
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