[Intro: BFB Da Packman]
From where?
Yeah, from where?
Houston or Michigan?
Michigan
From Michigan
But what's the company?
The Lunch Crew Company, I'm part of it
Please don't ever use that, 'cause that's embarrassing to me (Hahaha)
The Lunch Crew Company

[Chorus: BFB Da Packman]
Mr. Switch Hustles, get double, Quagen script buster
Mix of ruff with the lactose, got this bitch jumping
Dirty Sprites and fast food got me with the big stomach
Mama mad I'm still trapping, told that bitch to quit judging
My trap house like IHOP, come and get butter
Dirty doughnuts in this loose leaf got the whip funky
Before I go and be broke, baby, I'ma get money
Bеfore I go and be broke, baby, I'ma gеt junkys

[Verse 1: BFB Da Packman]
Monopoly, I gotta play the board
Don't need no credit from no n***a, bitch, I'm taking score
He don't swallow blues, he grab a pipe and smoke it out foil
You n***as phones dry as fuck, y'all need some baby oil
Used to serve my baby momma, momma, and she hate me for it
I'm my brother's keeper, when they call, I just pay the lawyers
Woo, out in Tampa getting money with the Hasian boys
Hit the dope so many times, I'm on probation for it
That's an assault case, put a dub on your head, get him a ball fade
Woo, that n***a soft as baby shit, he just talk brave
Woo, try to feed my bitch a steak, and he caught strays
I'm tender, fuck Salt Bae
A1 yola, let me hit it, watch his jaw shake
This shit jumping out the bole, I need a dog brace
Quarter six of Tris, now my sprite looking like Flau'jae
I'ma run that money up 'til my balls stink
[Chorus: BFB Da Packman]
Mr. Switch Hustles, get double, Quagen script buster
Mix of ruff with the lactose, got this bitch jumping
Dirty Sprites and fast food got me with the big stomach
Mama mad I'm still trapping, told that bitch to quit judging
My trap house like IHOP, come and get butter
Dirty doughnuts in this loose leaf got the whip funky
Before I go and be broke, baby, I'ma get money
Before I go and be broke, baby, I'ma get junkys

[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
I'm a big n***a, brick flipper, up like six figures
I'll kill you 'bout that bitch I'm fucking, I'm a big tender
Unky want boy and girl, yeah, he like the mixed genders
He can get it off consignment 'cause his ass a big spender
Hm, I done hit the— so hard, I got a charlie horse
I went to trick, but dick so good, she didn't charge me for it
When I shoot my shot at bitches, gotta Kyrie for her
Hit the plug line right now, and tell him I need more
Pussy falling off the bone, like a lil' turkey neck
I'ma fuck her off a 30, she like perky sex
Hm, Bust down A.P. on my wrist, it cost a thirty-six
Ho, you went and fucked the bros? Lil' dirty bitch
Martin got me off the shrooms, feel like the room falling
I like a freaky ratchet bitch who sending n***s often
Wocky and it look like Sacks 5th, I need a new closet
Hm, she gon' suck it anyway, fuck if her dude calling
[Chorus: BFB Da Packman]
Mr. Switch Hustles, get double, Quagen script buster
Mix of ruff with the lactose, got this bitch jumping
Dirty Sprites and fast food got me with the big stomach
Mama mad I'm still trapping, told that bitch to quit judging
My trap house like IHOP, come and get butter
Dirty doughnuts in this loose leaf got the whip funky
Before I go and be broke, baby, I'ma get money
Before I go and be broke, baby, I'ma get junkys

[Outro: RMC Mike]
Bitch, yeah, you know what the fuck goin' on, n***a
Yeah, ROC shit, n***a
Yeah, we on that
Whaddup BFB?
Ha