[Intro: BFB Da Packman]
The Lunch Crew Company
J, this shit too crazy
Y'ello

[Chorus: BFB Da Packman]
N***a ran off on the plug, is you stupid? (Uh-uh)
Bitch, this a milkshake, not a smoothie (Hello)
Hit a n***a block with that chop, how you do it? (Y’ello)
Bitch, we got your location, where you movin'? (Boom)
If she ain't fuckin’, put her on the block list (Uh)
You don't fuck on first night, girl, stop it (Uh)
I don't like good bitches, they just not it (Oh no)
I only fuck with whores, I'm toxic (Y'ello)

[Verse 1: BFB Da Packman]
Let me see the pussy real quick, finger test, let me smell it
Balenciaga shirt and shoes but the jeans embellished
Ride with seven blickies in the car and all my n***as felons
I wanna fuck Karen Civil raw but I don't know how to tеll her
Left lick, came back with Boatboy and DDG
Frеsh-fresh wax, got the pussy bald headed, like E-V-E
Just was sleeping on the floor now a young n***a on BET
Put Trump back in office, got my n***as rich off EDD (The Lunch Crew Company)
Huh, can you mind me up?
It's jokes in my rap, but on the low, n***as bodied up
Young-young-young crack baby, put me in a jar and rock me up
Rod Wave won't let me buy a feature, damn, am I hot enough? (Y’ello)
[Chorus: BFB Da Packman]
N***a ran off on the plug, is you stupid? (Uh-uh)
Bitch, this a milkshake, not a smoothie (Hello)
Hit a n***a block with that chop, how you do it? (Y’ello)
Bitch, we got your location, where you movin'? (Boom)
If she ain’t fuckin', put her on the block list (Uh)
You don't fuck on first night, girl, stop it (Uh)
I don't like good bitches, they just not it (Oh no)
I only fuck with whores, I’m toxic (Y'ello)

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
I been giving out medium-sized rich dick (Mm)
Only eat pussy if the inside pink as Patrick (Yes)
Ridin' 'round the city, they treat bro just like the protagonist
I think that I was resurrected just like Lazarus (Damn)
Honey pack too bitter for me and it never work
Rather hit the bathroom 'fore I fuckin' pop eleven Percs
I fucked an ugly bitch through the night, she asking me for merch
Bitch, we don't give out souvenirs, this ain't how that work (Stupid-ass bitch)
I don't know how to flirt (Yeah)
I need several blank skirts from a blanked out nurse
Being broke or a bitch, I don't what's worse
Packman sent me sixty-thousand donuts to do this verse

[Chorus: BFB Da Packman]
N***a ran off on the plug, is you stupid? (Uh-uh)
Bitch, this a milkshake, not a smoothie (Hello)
Hit a n***a block with that chop, how you do it? (Y'ello)
Bitch, we got your location, where you movin'? (Boom)
If she ain't fuckin', put her on the block list (Uh)
You don't fuck on first night, girl, stop it (Uh)
I don't like good bitches, they just not it (Oh no)
I only fuck with whores, I'm toxic (Y'ello)
[Verse 3: DDG, BFB Da Packman]
I just bought a mop stick and a pocket rocket
Knock you out your socket, that's what all my opps get
I be rockin' Gucci, gettin' hella coochie
I just got a Uzi, put it in my Ksubis
Told that boy, "Don't play with me"
When I'm walkin' out the house, a hundred K on me
These ghetto bitches give me mouth, they wanna lay on me
She wanna kick it for some weeks, I got a day on me
These bitches suckin' on my meat
I ain't finna tell her when I'm 'bout to skeet
I'ma bust all in her mouth and then her teeth
I don't got time for dates, I told that bitch to Uber-Eat
I'm steppin' in L.A., I got designer on my feet
I'm a Yak Town seven-figure n***a
I'm never coming back down, only gettin' bigger
Lil' n***a, put the strap down, ya ain't gon' pull the trigger
I'm a Yak Town seven-figure n***a (Y'ello)

[Chorus: BFB Da Packman]
N***a ran off on the plug, is you stupid? (Uh-uh)
Bitch, this a milkshake, not a smoothie (Hello)
Hit a n***a block with that chop, how you do it? (Y'ello)
Bitch, we got your location, where you movin'? (Boom)
If she ain't fuckin', put her on the block list (Uh)
You don't fuck on first night, girl, stop it (Uh)
I don't like good bitches, they just not it (Oh no)
I only fuck with whores, I'm toxic (Y'ello)