Bfb Da Packman - Honey Pack lyrics

[Intro] The Lunch Crew Company, I'm part of that Please don't ever use that, because that's embarrassing for me The Lunch Crew Company (J, this sh*t too crazy) Y'ello [Chorus] ni**a ran off on the plug, is you stupid? (Uh) b*tch, this a milkshake, not a smoothie (Hello) Hit a ni**a block with that chop, how you doin'? (Y'ello) b*tch, we got your location, where you movin'? (Home) If she ain't fu*kin', put her on the block list (Uh) You don't fu*k on first night, girl, stop it (Uh) I don't like good b*tches, they just not it (Oh no) I only fu*k with who*es, I'm toxic (Y'ello) [Verse 1] Wait a second, damn, Daniel, where'd you find this? A stand-up guy, I don't throw rocks and hide fists She wanna lick my ass, I don't mind it You need antibiotics, Dove soap can't hide fish I hit the b*tch with twenty dollars, she can't squirt or cream She unappreciative 'bout the twenty, that's a smoker's dream I only fu*k with hoes, if you ain't that, you just another fling Is you dumb? I'm never pickin' Kash Doll over Percules If I sign a record deal, it's gon' be OVO I'm eatin' Ruth Chris, four years ago, it was four for fours I made my name in Houston, no cap, I feel like Tony Snow Turned down ten labels, I own my sh*t, I'm the fu*kin' G.O.A.T. Baah, oh, that's a sheep Honey pack dick, wake her up and put her back to sleep I wanna lose weight, but my brain keep tellin' me to eat I make my b*tch and kids leave the house so I can beat my meat (Y'ello) [Chorus] ni**a ran off on the plug, is you stupid? (Uh) b*tch, this a milkshake, not a smoothie (Hello) Hit a ni**a block with that chop, how you doin'? (Y'ello) b*tch, we got your location, where you movin'? (Home) If she ain't fu*kin', put her on the block list (Uh) You don't fu*k on first night, girl, stop it (Uh) I don't like good b*tches, they just not it (Oh no) I only fu*k with who*es, I'm toxic (Y'ello) [Verse 2] Let me tell you 'bout this one lil' freak a ni**a had Bagged her at the club, now we skatin' in a Jag' Now we at the pad, I'm 'bout to beat her from the back I must've glanced down at her crack, she had sh*t up in her ass Can't cap, man, I flipped the fu*k out, b*tch, get off my bed You live a trife life, on God, don't even want the head She actin' fake drunk, oh word? That's how you gon' play it? You ain't baby wipin' sh*t, call your Uber, I'ma call the feds Just in case they try to kill me, baby, C-O-D Honey pack stopped workin', now I'm back to poppin' E's on E's I'm Andre Romelle Young, these other ni**as D-O-C If Jada cheat on Will, dawg, I know my b*tch'll cheat on me Houston love me as they own, but I'ma die a Piston My mama said, "fu*k rap, son, go be a dietician" Future fu*k my b*tch, she gotta die, I ain't Scottie Pippen Make salat with fifty Muslims, Inshallah, but I'ma die a Christian (Y'ello) [Chorus] ni**a ran off on the plug, is you stupid? (Uh) b*tch, this a milkshake, not a smoothie (Hello) Hit a ni**a block with that chop, how you doin'? (Y'ello) b*tch, we got your location, where you movin'? (Home) If she ain't fu*kin', put her on the block list (Uh) You don't fu*k on first night, girl, stop it (Uh) I don't like good b*tches, they just not it (Oh no) I only fu*k with who*es, I'm toxic (Y'ello)