Bfb Da Packman To Go Plate Lyrics

[Intro]
(Are you guys with the Lunch Crew Company?)
Yeah
If you not with the Lunch Crew Company, who the f*ck is you with, dawg? Like
(HerbMadeThisBeat)
Look

[Chorus]
Woo, I'm a problem
I don't like my bitches loud, I like 'em chocolate (Period)
Mike Amiri jeans, these ain't Robin
I got drip (Chlamydia), need a doctor (Y'ello)
Cheesecake over peach cobbler (Uh)
Young nigga came up off [?][0:29] (Haha, shh, got you)
I ain't puttin' nan' bitch over my dollar (Uh)

[Verse 1]
Fat, black, donut-eating nigga with a cold flow
Still f*ckin' up these beats, I'm a dodo (Uh)
Pay me for a feature, send a beat, I'm in go mode (Woo)
Huh, watch me snap on that bitch like a photo (Click)
Trickin' off my paper with a thot, that's a no-no (No-no)
They still hoppin' on my dick like a pogo (Jump)
I hit DC, I'm at Howard with a cold ho
She bad, but p*ssy like a Jeep, it ain't got no doors
Want her for the free, you don't get paid to spring (Uh)
Snapchat then delete, you ain't savin' it (Y'ello)
I ain't payin' for no p*ssy, bitch, you payin' for dick (What?)
Fat nigga sendin' dick pics, I ain't scared of shit, ayy (Bitch)
My niggas hatin' on me, they ain't glad I won (Uh)
But when niggas had that work, they ain't hand me none (Uh)
And I ain't f*ckin' with no condoms, don't pass me none (No)
Nasty nigga, mama said I'm my daddy's son (Me)
f*ck a label deal, that won't work for me (Bitch)
I put my own money up, now it work for me, bitch (Uh)
Lunch Crew, bitch, come and work for me
I put my niggas on that bread like some turkey meat (Yeah)
I wonder why white folks hate fellas? (Uh)
My cousin Light caught a body and he ate seven (Huh?)
Don't give a f*ck what the sentence is, I ain't tellin'
I got a plug on the blues like a bank teller

[Chorus]
Woo, I'm a problem
I don't like my bitches loud, I like 'em chocolate (Period)
Mike Amiri jeans, these ain't Robin
I got drip (Chlamydia), need a doctor (Y'ello) Cheesecake over peach cobbler (Uh)
Young nigga came up off [?] (Haha, shh, got you)
I ain't puttin' nan' bitch over my dollar (Uh)

[Verse 2]
These hoes don't really love you, time'll tell
Ducked off with Gabrielle and she fine as hell (Yeah)
I'll sell a ho a wish and hope she find a well
Bitch say I ate her ass, she ate mine as well (Haha)
Lunch crew niggas got the big bank (Huh?)
I'm talkin' freshwater fish in the fish tanks (Splash)
Alaska stuffed salmon on ten plates (Eat it)
I won't let your bitch suck my dick 'cause her spit stink (Trife bitch)
Say you want a big-dick money-getter, stop (Huh?)
You gon' suck whatever dick I got in stock (Ah)
On the block with my opps, make a nigga body drop (Boom, boom)
Wake up refreshed, hit my knees, and make Salat (Fresh)
I'm the new Biggie, niggas talkin' Tee Grizzley
Man, you niggas sound silly
Might go and swipe a Bentley, I'm Dallas with the blicky
Chef Quavis get my last 'cause I know he dyin' with me (Nigga)
My kids love a nigga like I'm Ben 10 (Ben 10)
I'll swipe an army truck, I got big bands (Swipe)
Baby mama in my business, always dippin'
If I pay all the bills, bitch, don't ask me where my dick been (Back up)
Aw shit, I got the hiccups (Yup)
My mama said she want a million, I'ma get one
Lunch Crew cuttin' checks like it's nip-tucks
I put the donuts down, then pick a nigga bitch up, ooh

[Chorus]
Woo, I'm a problem
I don't like my bitches loud, I like 'em chocolate (Period)
Mike Amiri jeans, these ain't Robin
I got drip (Chlamydia), need a doctor (Y'ello)
Cheesecake over peach cobbler (Uh)
Young nigga came up off [?] (Haha, shh, got you)
I ain't puttin' nan' bitch over my dollar (Uh)

[Outro]
Yeah, one time, one time
Yeah
Lunch Crew, come and join the lunch line, yeah
Hahaha, Lunch Crew shit, baby
You know what I mean?
One deep, nigga, you know what I mean?
R.I.P. Kanasha, bitch