BFB Da Packman - Free YSL lyrics

Ha ha ha the Lunch Crew Company
I'm trapping it for certain
Dirty donuts not no sherbert
If my momma smoke crack
It's no shame bitch imma' serve her
M-mistaked discharge for her creamer why'
I only fuck with squirters
Pete pulled with four in a baby
I'm bout to take this bitch and burp it
Quagen my confession
Pussy good let me test it
In the bay with gas bags in
The trunk of a tesla
I I f I get pulled over "thuh
Thuh" bitch I'm special
Ice bowls don't got a flow
I'm serving niggas VVS's
I retired talking drugs niggas
Out here selling cap
If the dope ain't swimming nigga
I'll a buy it back
Fuckin' with the Fetty Wap and fake
Booze come buy a batch
Instead of buying worthless jewlery
Went and bought my bitch a ass
Bobo raised me to be solid
Bad business is a hazard
Got rich and got fatter so
I'm fucking with the salad
I sip so much quagen that
It's fucking with my blatter
But I sell so many bowls that
The shit don't even matter
Gizzle said I need a verse no
Funny bars you better tweak
Talking bout them old days trapping
Down on Sterling street
That nigga ain't from Flint
Michigan he ain't never heard of me
Fat funny nigga but I touched
More dope than Pusha T
I can't beg no rap nigga just
To do a song with me
I bossed up with no big homie
You ain't gotta fuck with me
I really fuck with Glockboy
Grew up with Sto, got love for Lik
I bump all them niggas shit
They bet not put me in they beef
Bitch quit asking me why I ain't did
A song with Rio or YN
Just know from Alaska to Tampa
Florida bitch I'm tied in
My mans didn't pay his tab before
His sentence he rather die then
Told Rio stab his ass soon
As that motherfucker ride in
They asking for a front but
Don't even got no clientele
Showing my ass on this song I
Need to buy a belt
This song all cap don't believe
Me with my lying self
They indict you off of lyrics
Shit sad free YSL