Bfb Da Packman - Big Bertha 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 (My ni**a Caasi, turn up) [Chorus: BFB Da Packman] Picked up a ni**a b*tch then pop me a perky fu*king all night, got a ni**a thirsty Drunk in love, I was surfboard surfing I do drugs, hell nah, I ain't perfect I snuck my gun in the club, they don't search me I got the ups in case a ni**a try to murk me 22, but I call her Big Bertha Take my cheque? Ah, Is it really worth it? [Verse 1: BFB Da Packman] Wait one question, do you love your life? Touch my ice, then you won't leave the club tonight Lamb chop eating in the club with the dirty Sprite Whole squad strapped in the club, I'm with thirty dykes "Packman, who made this beat?" Uh, the goat Cassi made it Quarter mill on grass and dirt, so the pad is spacious Naji telling me don't drop no music, gotta have some patience And if life a horror film, I ain't dying, I'm stabbing Jason I come from Flint to have a ratchet dog that's drastically basic I got dreams of coming home to Ri-Ri and she a**hole naked Cheese pizza on arrival, baby, you can hold the bacon Same b*tches used to play me, wanna fu*k me 'cause I made it Hahaha, ole' stupid ass b*tch you missed your blessings Never satisfied with one plate, bae, give me seconds Don't be embarrassed by a queef, it's a gift from heaven Bad b*tches be poor as hell, just give me sevens Laughing at my lyrics, but the sh*t I feel legit ni**a ran off with a hoopsy when he could of had a brick Extort who? b*tch, kill me, I won't give yo ass a cent And stop asking 'bout our water, b*tch, we suffer from that sh*t You heard it on the news, b*tch, we got lead in it You make a joke, you laugh, I'll put your fu*king head in it I cut my cousin off our business 'cause he put the feds in it The fiends love the dope I cook 'cause I put my leg in it b*tch, not my feet First hundred racks he touched say he iced his teeth If I see you when I'm with my baby mama, I'm not going speak She said we fu*ked, bae, that b*tch lying, bae, I don't cheat Free Kodak, ain't no punk in me I feel like jagged edge, had to put some umph in it The White House been fu*ked since ni**as put Trump in it I slid in her DM's, she didn't reply so I unsent it [Chorus: BFB Da Packman] Picked up a ni**a b*tch then pop me a perky fu*king all night, got a ni**a thirsty Drunk in love, I was surfboard surfing I do drugs, hell nah, I ain't perfect I snuck my gun in the club, they don't search me I got the ups in case a ni**a try to murk me 22, but I call her Big Bertha Take my cheque? Ah, Is it really worth it? [Verse 2: Sada Baby] ni**a ain't going take a damn thing but his own life In the strip club with my main thing, she hold the pole right I sip too much bodeine, can't catch a cold right Three Percocet's and a soma, fu*k the whole night All I do is get high, I'm a whole kite You ni**as can't get high, ain't got no flight fu*k ya baby mama two times 'cause her hole tight AR won't jam on no scammer, this a soul swipe My brother keep the strap and fu*k b*tches, he a whole dyke My ni**as keep that bag on the road, it ain't no overnight A b*tch text me yesterday that I used to love Talkin' 'bout she miss me, want the Scuba to do her in the bu*t Red tie, red tie Baby used to hold me down, now the Scuba ain't around and she in a rut Dropped a b*tch like I'm clumsy being a clutz Huh, b*tches wanna call me bucky, I'm wearing the buffs Choppa rip a ni**a like some paper, tearing him up Ain't got no respect for my neighbors and they driveway Huh, make my dog chase a white boy like next Friday Then put the roach out on that b*tch ni**a fiancée Huh, I break a ni**a skateboard then look a ni**a momma and them in the eye and make 'em pay for it No more locked doors, that's what we got the K for Your sisters and them keep acting extra timid like they ain't who*es Pull up to a ni**a hood to get some shots up All my ni**as living they lying, they said they shot us Huh we'll spin your block then buy it to set a shop up Call the FN Kawai, it'll get his body locked up [Chorus: BFB Da Packman] Picked up a ni**a b*tch then pop me a perky fu*king all night, got a ni**a thirsty Drunk in love, I was surfboard surfing I do drugs, hell nah, I ain't perfect I snuck my gun in the club, they don't search me I got the ups in case a ni**a try to murk me 22, but I call her Big Bertha Take my cheque? Ah, Is it really worth it?