BFB Da Packman On The Radar Freestyle lyrics

[Intro: BFB Da Packman & Gabe P]
Ayy, y'ello
Ayy Gabe, you want a sip?
You don't want a sip? (Not of your cup)
Okay, c'mon, let's start this sh*t

[Verse 1: BFB Da Packman & Luh Monti]
Stumbled up on a pint of Act
Now I'm acting different
No alcohol for me, fried food got me fatty liver
Baby mama called and said granny want half a chicken
Almost gave granny half a brick, gotta be more specific
I love a fat ass, my bucket list to f*ck a midget
My cousins used to gang up just to jump me
Ma come and get me
Tired of suckin' nipples, hit Columbia and bought her titties
I trick on Wockhardt and women
Call me Boston Sippy
I had the gap tooth smile, braces made it up
I charge a n*gga five for a pint, cause inflation up
She squirt and we both lay in it, b*tch we baby nuts
Mmm, mmm, mmm, y'ello (f*ck, sh*t)

[Verse 2]
Yo, I'm not an averagе dude
Can't see my di*k when I look down, got me mad at food
Caught lying likе his daddy, can't get mad if he act bad at school
My n*gga pimp hoes and fight dogs, he a pastor too
Bro said he don't know his daddy, I'm a bast*rd too
Dana White ain't do nothing wrong, I would've slapped her too
Durk said his lyrics not real, I'm a capper too
Can never sl*t shame Meg Thee Stallion, I'm nasty too (The f*ck)
Yeah man, get well (Ha)
[Verse 3]
Yo, shoutout Brittany Renner
I told my girl I'm done cheating this year, gotta reconsider
We don't do runners, that's the quickest way to get convicted
Walk around with dogsh*t in my jeans, I need some different breeches
I'm a naughty n*gga
I'm nervous ever since I got rich, kept a roddy with me
I keep dogsh*t, momma said keep a potty with me (Ha)
I'm always talking spice
Can't have a convo with my b*tch, she always wanna fight
Fanta for the new lean sippers, bae I want a Sprite
I'll leave her ass where she at, if she don't f*ck tonight
My buzz died down, I'm on a big grind
Fat, ugly, black, ghetto n*gga, but my b*tch fine
For all the day and nights she hit a n*gga with the gawk gawk
Head twister, blizzard, just for that I made her wrists shine
Yeah I'm a certified lover boy, that's appreciation
HIV rates super high, don't wanna be a player
If my n*gga die like Biggie did, Imma see him later
But if the b*tch bad like Faith Evans, I'ma Stevie J her
Okay, I'm done
My last request, I need a Skittle deal
Take the condom off and feel the rush, you gotta live a lil
Lizzo chose that n*gga over me, I'm in my feelings still
God won't protect me from a b*tch, the penicillin will
[Outro: BFB Da Packman & Luh Monti]
Yeah, yeah
Ahh, y'ello
Forget Me Not, March 29th
Big Lunch Crew
Ayy, Temp gang, dumbass hoes