BFB Da Packman - Northside Ghetto Soulja lyrics

Yeah yeah
Uh ayy

Bitch, I swear to God a million dollars
Look as lovely as Rihanna
Ain't no Love & Hip Hop, you not Tammy
I'm not Waka
We ain't lettin' shit slide, spot him, baka
Then he droppin'
And of course I'm fuckin' raw
So why you ask me for a condom?
Ain't no nigga with me starving, if I got it
Then he got it
Put my bread up, split the profit, bitch
You knowin' that I'm solid
Street credit on a thousand from
The top to the bottom
All my side bitches jealous 'cause I
Won't leave my baby mama
I talked to Drake on the phone
He couldn't sign me
Said I'm too damn fat and
I'm too damn childish
So from that day on, every track
I'ma slaughter
And I swear it hurt my pride 'cause
That's one of my favorite artists, uh

I swear to God I put nobody else above you
Fuck all your friends behind your
Back, I'm off them drugs, boo
Tell you that I'll see you in
The morning how I thug you
And I ignored that fish smell
Because I love you

If that boy really a threat
Then we gonna hit him now
Ain't talkin' 'bout no fuckin' conversation
When I sit him down cut my mans off
He pull out money when them bitches 'round
This not Friday, I'm not Craig
I'm not gon' put my blicky down
I'm a man without it roseline nigga
Mama had us out in public housing
Don't call my phone about no beef, bitch
This ain't McDonald's
My mama still live out in 'partments
I got bigger problems

I swear to God I put nobody else above you
Fuck all your friends behind your
Back, I'm off them drugs, boo
Tell you that I'll see you in
The morning how I thug you
And I ignored that fish smell
Because I love you

I'm the new Big Poppa
Don't need Diddy to vouch
Bobo taught me one thing
Don't buy shit in a drought
Fuck a nigga baby mama
Leave my kids on her couch
Before I fuck Blac Chyna
Stick my dick in a couch
Kidnapped your favorite bitch and threw
Her baby off the ledge
You won't hear the last nigga
That tried to play me, 'cause he dead
And all my fans pray for me
I'm kinda crazy in the head
And I done fucked a couple bitches
With they baby in the bed
My brother terrorize the whole
City, that's my brother, though
Don't give a fuck who he rob, we slidin'
That's on another note
Pay for a rental? Boy, you crazy
I be punchin' those
I always get my heart broke in the
End 'cause I be cuffing hoes
Bitch, I been pressure
Draco with me big steppin'
Don't fuck on none of my exes
'cause them bitches big extra
Feds think I'm moving weight, fuck no
I bench press it
Nola bitch say I'm retarded, naw, bae
I been special
If they print it, I'ma get it
Work a job or whip a chicken
Feds hit mama house, but I was gone
This ain't no fiction
Prayed and hit my knees
Inshallah that they don't come and get me
Going out like Candace Starks
You rap bitches is Rotimi
On God, let's have some fuckin' fun
My mama found my gun in high school
I bought another one
My daddy mad I said he smoke
Crack in one of my songs
Man, I don't give a fuck
You let another nigga raise your son
Bentley Bentayga, Lunch Crew got big paper
Fuck a bitch in the booty
While I'm bumpin' Vince Staples
Niggas snitching like it's cool
Niggas know that shit flagrant
Dog stabbed me in my back, shit
Them niggas been hatin'
I ain't lyin', shh, man, please
Get up out my life if you
Can't hold me down like Yandy
Love & Hip Hop, this shit flop
Don't have no plan Z's
I had all my kids, bitch
I don't do no plan B's

Fuck you mean?
All I got is rap, I don't got no plan B's
Huh, bitch, I don't do no plan B's
Fuck you mean? Lunch Crew, nigga
One deep, nigga do no plan B's
Take care of my kids, nigga
Huh, rap my only job, don't do no plan B's
Lunch Crew shit, bitch
Hey, Ran, let me hear that shit