Honey Pack (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: BFB Da Packman]
The Lunch Crew Company
J, this sh*t too crazy
Y'ello

[Chorus: BFB Da Packman]
n*gga ran off on the plug, is you stupid? (Uh-uh)
b*tch, this a milkshake, not a smoothie (Hello)
Hit a n*gga block with that chop, how you do it? (Y’ello)
b*tch, we got your location, where you movin'? (Boom)
If she ain't f*ckin’, put her on the block list (Uh)
You don't f*ck on first night, girl, stop it (Uh)
I don't like good b*tches, they just not it (Oh no)
I only f*ck with whores, I'm toxic (Y'ello)

[Verse 1: BFB Da Packman]
Let me see the pus*y real quick, finger test, let me smell it
Balenciaga shirt and shoes but the jeans embellished
Ride with seven blickies in the car and all my n*ggas felons
I wanna f*ck Karen Civil raw but I don't know how to tеll her
Left lick, came back with Boatboy and DDG
Frеsh-fresh wax, got the pus*y bald headed, like E-V-E
Just was sleeping on the floor now a young n*gga on BET
Put Trump back in office, got my n*ggas rich off EDD (The Lunch Crew Company)
Huh, can you mind me up?
It's jokes in my rap, but on the low, n*ggas bodied up
Young-young-young crack baby, put me in a jar and rock me up
Rod Wave won't let me buy a feature, damn, am I hot enough? (Y’ello)
[Chorus: BFB Da Packman]
n*gga ran off on the plug, is you stupid? (Uh-uh)
b*tch, this a milkshake, not a smoothie (Hello)
Hit a n*gga block with that chop, how you do it? (Y’ello)
b*tch, we got your location, where you movin'? (Boom)
If she ain’t f*ckin', put her on the block list (Uh)
You don't f*ck on first night, girl, stop it (Uh)
I don't like good b*tches, they just not it (Oh no)
I only f*ck with whores, I’m toxic (Y'ello)

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
I been giving out medium-sized rich di*k (Mm)
Only eat pus*y if the inside pink as Patrick (Yes)
Ridin' 'round the city, they treat bro just like the protagonist
I think that I was resurrected just like Lazarus (Damn)
Honey pack too bitter for me and it never work
Rather hit the bathroom 'fore I f*ckin' pop eleven Percs
I f*cked an ugly b*tch through the night, she asking me for merch
b*tch, we don't give out souvenirs, this ain't how that work (Stupid-ass b*tch)
I don't know how to flirt (Yeah)
I need several blank skirts from a blanked out nurse
Being broke or a b*tch, I don't what's worse
Packman sent me sixty-thousand donuts to do this verse

[Chorus: BFB Da Packman]
n*gga ran off on the plug, is you stupid? (Uh-uh)
b*tch, this a milkshake, not a smoothie (Hello)
Hit a n*gga block with that chop, how you do it? (Y'ello)
b*tch, we got your location, where you movin'? (Boom)
If she ain't f*ckin', put her on the block list (Uh)
You don't f*ck on first night, girl, stop it (Uh)
I don't like good b*tches, they just not it (Oh no)
I only f*ck with whores, I'm toxic (Y'ello)
[Verse 3: DDG, BFB Da Packman]
I just bought a mop stick and a pocket rocket
Knock you out your socket, that's what all my opps get
I be rockin' Gucci, gettin' hella coochie
I just got a Uzi, put it in my Ksubis
Told that boy, "Don't play with me"
When I'm walkin' out the house, a hundred K on me
These ghetto b*tches give me mouth, they wanna lay on me
She wanna kick it for some weeks, I got a day on me
These b*tches suckin' on my meat
I ain't finna tell her when I'm 'bout to skeet
I'ma bust all in her mouth and then her teeth
I don't got time for dates, I told that b*tch to Uber-Eat
I'm steppin' in L.A., I got designer on my feet
I'm a Yak Town seven-figure n*gga
I'm never coming back down, only gettin' bigger
Lil' n*gga, put the strap down, ya ain't gon' pull the trigger
I'm a Yak Town seven-figure n*gga (Y'ello)

[Chorus: BFB Da Packman]
n*gga ran off on the plug, is you stupid? (Uh-uh)
b*tch, this a milkshake, not a smoothie (Hello)
Hit a n*gga block with that chop, how you do it? (Y'ello)
b*tch, we got your location, where you movin'? (Boom)
If she ain't f*ckin', put her on the block list (Uh)
You don't f*ck on first night, girl, stop it (Uh)
I don't like good b*tches, they just not it (Oh no)
I only f*ck with whores, I'm toxic (Y'ello)