Delulu lyrics

[Intro: BFB Da Packman]
Caasi, drop the beat (I'm so proud of you, Caasi)

[Verse: BFB Da Packman]
b*tch, I'm tryna pop my sh*t
Tryna be somethin' that you ain't, that's the reason Pac got hit (DB)
Sellin' dope in word form got me with a knot like this
I f*ck her raw and spoil her rotten, but lil' baby not my b*tch
Oh my God, don't care how tight the jeans is, the Glock'll fit
Come to my BM as a woman, that's the day I sock a b*tch
Gettin' money out in Dallas off the grease, Stojaković
My granny ask what's all that noise? Sorry, I just dropped a brick
I made it out the gutter, all my clothes get dry cleaned
Dope jumpin' out the 'Rex, this white ho got high knees
Told Pharrell f*ck Louis Vuitton, fat boy want the ICECREAMs
All this new sh*t in my driveway, I'm a f*ckin' hypebеast
A-Max flats, swimming trunks, white tee
n*ggas can't rap for sh*t, they just on a type bеat
These hoes pretty, but they broke, Jigga had to wife Bey
And your b*tch ain't really bad unless she got some nice feet
I fell off last year, but I'm back, can't turn me down
Can't f*ck you from the front, you ain't my main, turn around
She got a pool, I need a life jacket, I'ma drown
He run off with that sack, Sneaky T, gun him down

[Chorus: BFB Da Packman]
I'm with the same set, I'm not gon' lie
I'd die before I get my chain snatched, I'm not gon' lie
Off a Perc', baby, I ain't came yet, I'm not gon' lie
b*tch bad, but she got some lame head, I'm not gon' lie
Damn, I'm not gon' lie
Dope good, but it ain't hit his veins yet, I'm not gon' lie
f*ck me good, you can't be my main b*tch, I'm not gon' lie
She delulu, baby need a brain check, I'm not gon' lie
[Verse 2: DDG]
Pontiac to Flint, these lil' n*ggas got me bent
If she a ten, I pay her rent, I'm in her guts with every inch (Okay)
I'm at Somerset, I can't keep track of what I spent
But I know I ain't make a dent, 10K to me is like a cent (Yeah)
I'm a motherf*ckin' boss, n*gga
I don't keep receipts, don't give a f*ck what that sh*t cost, n*gga
Couldn't keep your b*tch because you cheap, just take your loss, n*gga
She a wife to you, when she with us, she gettin' tossed, n*gga
Every woman cheat, they just discreet and don't get caught, n*gga
248 to 810, my opps is stuck, I made it, though
He said he gon' make it out the hood, well, what he waitin' on?
Hit a ghetto b*tch from Flint, her lace front, I keep yankin' on
I don't know how it's hangin' on, okay

[Chorus: BFB Da Packman]
I'm with the same set, I'm not gon' lie
I'd die before I get my chain snatched, I'm not gon' lie
Off a Perc', baby, I ain't came yet, I'm not gon' lie
b*tch bad, but she got some lame head, I'm not gon' lie
Damn, I'm not gon' lie
Dope good, but it ain't hit his veins yet, I'm not gon' lie
f*ck me good, you can't be my main b*tch, I'm not gon' lie
She delulu, baby need a brain check, I'm not gon' lie