Bfb Da Packman - Federal lyrics

[Intro] The Lunch Crew Company, I'm part of that Please, please don't ever use that, it's so embarrassing for me (Hahaha) The Lunch Crew Company (Sdot on the track) [Chorus] B-b*tch, I'm goin' federal You got caught with a brick and now you out, b*tch I'm scared of you What's that ticking sound? Oh, that Rollie ain't perpetual I-If money on the floor, then take them thotties out my schedule B-b*tch, I'm goin' federal You got caught with a brick and now you out, b*tch I'm scared of you What's that ticking sound? O-oh, that Rollie ain't perpetual If money on the floor, then take them thotties out my schedule [Verse 1] Found out my b*tch chеated, I guess I'm hardly special N-ni**as say thеy droppin' sh*t, but they hardly steppin' Put twenty racks on this biscuit 'cause he sent my dawg to heaven Left limp broke, I came back with bags, ni**a, Ari Fletcher If you get caught with some dope, don't say my name We with some ghetto b*tches, they want hookah and some limeade W-went from EBT to EDD, you know that crime pay I came up, show my ni**as how to eat, LeBron James I remember back when I ain't have a pot to piss in ni**as was eatin' Ruth's Chris, I had Popeye's Chicken I-in church talkin' to God, he asked me why I got my blickie Young fat ni**a got rich and went and bought a Honda Civic Are you with the Lunch Crew Company? I employ ni**as Was in her friend-zone, took it out, I stuck my boy in her I-I get money, then I duck off at the crib, I'm a bored ni**a Faithful b*tches don't reply to DMs, they ignore ni**as [Chorus] B-b*tch, I'm goin' federal You got caught with a brick and now you out, b*tch I'm scared of you What's that ticking sound? Oh, that Rollie ain't perpetual I-If money on the floor, then take them thotties out my schedule B-b*tch, I'm goin' federal You got caught with a brick and now you out, b*tch I'm scared of you What's that ticking sound? O-oh, that Rollie ain't perpetual If money on the floor, then take them thotties out my schedule [Verse 2] Yeah, melanin on yacht masters, fu*k her raw, don't got plastic Side hoes say marriages, thot b*tches do matter "Honey Pack" to "Free Joe", b*tch I got thot classics I don't know sh*t about your stimmy, broke b*tch, stop askin' Galleria with my favorite thottie, but we ain't holdin' hands Yo' man snitchin', brought him back around and he told again Dog-doggy bone, ran off with a sack, I gotta smoke my friends Family full of hoes, even my granny got an OnlyFans I-I hit for some [?] bundles, you gotta pay the fu*ker I bust when she twenty su*ks in, she a baby hunter You want an ounce? Twenty of us cut, that's a baby onion You got shot now you wanna go to church, what you mixed or somethin'? [Chorus] B-b*tch, I'm goin' federal You got caught with a brick and now you out, b*tch I'm scared of you What's that ticking sound? Oh, that Rollie ain't perpetual I-If money on the floor, then take them thotties out my schedule B-b*tch, I'm goin' federal You got caught with a brick and now you out, b*tch I'm scared of you What's that ticking sound? O-oh, that Rollie ain't perpetual If money on the floor, then take them thotties out my schedule