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ice pack - bfb da packman lyrics

[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’ n*gga mush me
switchy on this b*tch’ll turn a n*gga to some lunch meat
vrrr (the lunch crew company, p*ssy*ass n*gga)
i was trappin’ before rappin’, it was god*given
be with grimy n*ggas, all felons, they just rob n*ggas
cut my baby mama off, the stupid b*tch wouldn’t stop strippin’
(f*ck she mean? n*gga, i got pape’, f*ck you mean?)
i’m with babydrill
i dress like sh*t, 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)
b*tch cheatin’ on you ’cause you lazy and can’t pay a bill (broke*ass n*gga)
n*ggas 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 n*ggas)
in a safe place, holdin’ guns on insta’, makin’ reels
n*ggas sad as h*ll
she said, “put on a condom or you can’t f*ck,” i was mad as h*ll (uh*uh)
i’ma get rich or die tryin’ or it’s back to jail
seen n*ggas gettin’ money in my hood, i had to add myself (on god, n*gga, 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
[verse 2: icewear vezzo]
shoot ’em down, i be movin’ ’round, we trappin’ food and rhymes
bro get off them pills and just tweak out, he don’t know who to slime
n*ggas think they hot ’til we go fan, that b*tch gon’ cool ’em down
got a fetty plug in mexico, his ass from culiacán
i get tired of f*ckin’ on these thots, i want the bougie friend
flood the rollie, fifty*pointer rocks, it do the uzi dance
have my ho bring birkin to my show, we got a toolie in
got a fifty drum sittin’ in the glock, look like a louis bag
(iced up records), ooh, i get to spazzin’ sh*t
cuddy said that dog’ll take a three, he just be addin’ sh*t
big crib with twenty*car garage, it got a landing strip
walk around, three hundred racks in cash on some random sh*t
you the type be rappin’ n*ggas’ life, you ain’t got no scars
white sticks, flood them sh*ts with ice, look like a snowball
will just caught a body at the store, he think he o*dog
trap n*gga, rob him for that cash for tryna lowball
in the hood, got auntie at the spot, this sh*t like snowfall
code talk, we say that bag just touched, we sent a postcard
my shooter always itchin’ for a hit, they think he smoke hard
rich as f*ck, just stuffed a half a ticket in the goyard

- bfb da packman lyrics

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