Bfb Da Packman - Ocean Prime lyrics

[Intro: Coi Leray & BFB Da Packman] Houston or Michigan? Michigan From Michigan What, what's the company? The Lunch Crew Company, I'm part of that Please don't ever use that, it's so embarrassing to me What, the Lunch Crew? Her The Lunch Crew Company (Yeah Baby, you did this one) Yeah (Yeah Baby, you did this one) [Chorus: BFB Da Packman with Coi Leray] Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay She want Ocean Prime, but she gettin' Chick-Fil-A If I can't hit it raw, then get the fu*k up out my face Damn, I want her bad, but she tellin' me she gay Oh, what am I gon' do in this space? su*k on her titties and just stuff a hundred blues in the safe I'm getting litty in this bitty, got my goons in the place And I don't care if they little, put them b**bs in my face (Yeah) [Verse 1: BFB Da Packman] Excuse me, can you pass me my glasses? Let me see somethin' I'm up an M and my brother just beat one She tired of su*kin' dick, let's take a break 'cause her knees numb I don't trust no b*tch who get pregnant off of pre-cum b*tches see me out like, "Ooh, Packman, girl I follow him" Seen a Ferrari on Insta', hell yeah I wanna ride with him Fly her in then fu*k her, then it's back to Metropolitan Hand her plan B's, pull my gun out, "b*tch, swallow 'em" I like all women, ice cream, Neapolitan Higherveli brand, man, I had to fly her Solomon He was hatin' on the low, I don't like the way he politic I'm tryna stick my PP in cocaine, but he was blockin' it Former trap ni**a, I got dope from my cuticles I like ghetto hoes, when they talk they use whoopty-woo fu*k every artist that ain't signed to Sounds Music Group Look her in her eyes, stick my tongue in her juicy fruit [Chorus: BFB Da Packman with Coi Leray] Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay She want Ocean Prime, but she gettin' Chick-Fil-A If I can't hit it raw, then get the fu*k up out my face Damn, I want her bad, but she tellin' me she gay Oh, what am I gon' do in this space? su*k on her titties and just stuff a hundred blues in the safe I'm getting litty in this bitty, got my goons in the place And I don't care if they little, put them b**bs in my face (Ayy, ayy, ayy) [Verse 2: Coi Leray] Yeah, b*tches wanna be like me, okay b*tch, I take trip in and out the bank all day Couple bad b*tches with me and they go both ways You might wanna hide your ni**a, I might put it in his face b*tch, I'm number one (One), yeah, your b*tch is top three (Top three), yeah b*tch, I'm runnin' sh*t (Let's go), yeah, they is not me (No, no), yeah Brand new foreigns, yeah, this a twenty-three (Let's go) It's a four door, yeah, riding down the street [Chorus: BFB Da Packman with Coi Leray] Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay (Let's go) She want Ocean Prime, but she gettin' Chick-Fil-A (Ugh) If I can't hit it raw, then get the fu*k up out my face (Let's go) Damn, I want her bad, but she tellin' me she gay Oh, what am I gon' do in this space? su*k on her titties and just stuff a hundred blues in the safe (Woo) I'm getting litty in this bitty, got my goons in the place And I don't care if they little, put them b**bs in my face (Let's go, yeah) [Outro: Coi Leray] Yeah, Packman, uh Yeah, uh, uh Yeah, Coi Leray, uh, yeah, uh Let's go