Wiz Khalifa - Fun Time lyrics

[Intro: BFB Da Packman] (Enrgy made this one) How do you do? Lunch Crew Look [Verse 1: BFB Da Packman] Baby, I'm a savage I got some shooters that'll cook a ni**a cabbage My daddy didn't marry my mama, so it turned me to a ba*tard Only ni**a feed the homeless and don't claim it on his taxes Corona fu*king up the bag, it got the streets rumblin' I'm serving ni**as drywall, I had to P somethin' She su*k a lot of dick, I can tell 'cause her knees ugly Shawn scooped me in the Lam', dawg, this ni**a tryna be funny Tuh, the fu*k? I can't fu*kin' fit I'm not R. Kelly, don't touch kids, I'm tryna touch a brick I'm not talkin' gang sh*t when I say I gotta drop a six I fu*k on TikTok, not PornHub 'cause I be nuttin' quick Holy Moly Donut Shop, sir, hold the flies I see Whoopi Goldberg naked when I close my eyes That's not dog sh*t, big unc', you got a lot of fives I fu*k ugly b*tches like a ni**a that ran out of dimes I think I'm ready to jump out the window I wonder what Big Sean was sippin'? Thought my b*tch stole my money, beat her ass, my mind was trippin' So she packed her sh*t and left and said she fu*kin' tired of ni**as Oh fu*k, sh*t, wait, let me step right I beat my meat before she come, I had to prep right I cut my white b*tch off 'cause she was nasty, how you get lice? My baby mama left me and she got my kids a step-dyke She think all fat ni**as trick, she better call Jerome Snyder gave us poisoned water, but we call it home I dissed my pops, but I pray he leave that crack alone I did a song with Teejayx6, the feds tapped my phone Fell off a couple times, but I been that ni**a I can't su*k my b*tch titty 'cause her nipple sensitive Sent her straight to Dr. Miami to get her titties bigger Twitter ni**a said he want a brick, I sold him kitty litter Hachoo, oh Lord, I don't got corona My brother ran off on the plug, but I don't condone it Bunch of young thugs runnin' with me, but they not no stoners Big, big Glock stickin' out my pants, b*tch, it's not a bo*er I got a job, but I can still get the 'bows off I love my baby mama, but I'll never cut the hoes off She su*k the dick so good, I look down and my toes lost I'm fat, so when I fu*k a b*tch, I never take my clothes off I gotta sh*t, get the fu*k out of my face, Stanley They only call when they want something, make me hate family I give it to 'em, but to hide the pain, b*tch, I take Xannies I put a hit on Sada 'cause this ni**a tried to outdance me [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] Just got back from the beach, she was out tanning If I don't got a pound on it, then I can't land it I just pushed one bu*ton and the car vanished Good guy, but a couple girls can't stand me Hit her up, she was in her bra and her panties Got hella high and ate all the food out her pantry No, I don't apologize, this ain't no bandage Not a speck on my car, it got no damage Know I started off small, now I got G.O.A.T. status Tell the b*tch to fu*k up, never go backwards Tell her get her money up if she know actors Twenty girls on the boat, it's for sure crackin' Like the movies in the '90s, I get more action From the 'Burgh where it's grimy, so it's no lackin' Wanna get your money up? You gotta move different Saturdays, I'm smokin' weed with the roof missin' I can't trust no b*tch If she ain't down to go and get her own sh*t Eatin' lunch, takin' pictures by the ocean Quit telling me that I'm that ni**a, b*tch, I know it Asked me how I got all this weed, b*tch, I grow it Introduced you to a pound, now you need to blow it Lotta game and some grown folks' conversation Let a b*tch choose, I don't use manipulation One night get you right up out your situation Never catch me off-guard 'cause I anticipate it 'Bout a million dollars, then my dawgs participatin' Signin' off, the realest ni**a of our generation