BFB Da Packman - Cant Blame Ye lyrics

Fat boy back
I know you bitches can't believe it
Thought Packman fell off 'cause
My page got deleted
I grew up drinkin' dirty water
I'm undefeated 'Bout to fuck this year up
I know you bitches hate to see it
My Asian plug growin' 'za
I'm in love with Mei Mei
Ain't ready to die 'bout this shit
Then why you hollerin', "Gang, gang?"
I be in my feelings too
I can't even blame Ye
My bitch left me, on God
I'ma act the same way, yeah
Lunch Crew exotic
Pushin' P's of dirty donuts (Uh)
Cheatin' is for kids
My bitch wish a nigga'd grow up
Call an opp nigga ho up
Made her suck me 'til she throw up
This shit three hundrеd a line, bitch
Quit askin' me to pour up
Lil' baby got that water, uh, yеah
That cooch-cooch
I get crunk up in that thing, bitch
I feel like Duke Deuce
Gucci boots up in the winter
And it hold a two-two
She said her ex-nigga a dog, me too
Roof-roof
Every bitch I ever had, I sauce 'em up
My lil' fajitas was a lion hearted nigga
My bitch turned me to a cheetah
Bitch askin' for some head, I
Told her, "Uh uh, " like I'm BIA
My career almost over
Tell Drake I need that feature
Nigga, sit down, make a plan
And hit a lick to get some cheese
Get caught, then get to snitchin', bitch
You 'posed to kept it G
Why you callin' home complainin' 'cause
Your BM slept with me?
I feel like Gunna, when my bitch
Squirt, let me drink it, that ain't P
Got a bunch of side bitches and
I love all of 'em
They ignored me when I was broke
So I dog all of 'em
Clip hangin' out the bottom
Shaquille O'Neal in small covers
Rocky got Rihanna pregnant
That's a win for all of us
Yeah, niggas got madder, pockets got fatter
Ignore a bitch in the club
We havin' nasty sex after (Nasty)
Baby got that demon head
But I think the bitch Catholic
Me and Nelly in the same boat
Average-sized dicks matter (Y'ello)
I drink Quagen with any pop, man
I hate the liquor (Woah)
I date hoes that swallow kids
I won't date a spitter
Suck it slow, don't be a speed licker
I'm a patient nigga
Somebody tell Flo Milli I wanna
Have a baby with her
I would've killed Finch
They would've knew not to play with Stifler
Shit started changin' in my life
When my pape' got bigger
Instead of blamin' me for cheatin'
She just blame the women
Callin' every bitch that I fuck like
"Why you wreck that nigga?"
Speedin' in the Scat' got me
With a hundred fines
Half a rack for the scent, baby
This that No 9
When I say she got cake, not Duncan Hines
We supposed to fight our demons
But I keep on fuckin' mine

(The Lunch Crew Company)