Gringo Gang, BFB Da Packman - Offended lyrics

I gotta bitch that stay at north
Nd' she gon' suck me up
I gotta bitch that stay at south
Nd' she gon' bust it down
Imma get up in them guts, imma fuck it up
You know thats why they love
It everytime I come around
Yhea my bitchs say they love me
But they hatin' when I say they ain't mine
Told her don't get offended, got
Love for my woman
But I love my money at the same time

Wait, these bitchs out of line
She gotta hundred thousand followers but
Don't got a dime
She feelin' on my pocket like thats a gun
Bitch thats a pocket knife
Hit her from the back with all this
Force I damn near broke her spine

My bad, bitch im too excited
Got put out the strip club
Cuz the striper booty I had to bite it

Catch me out of Fendis
Mobbin' through the streets with thirty pesos
Bitch booty stink
I had to ask this bitch "Did you wipe it?"
Come on pack, you know these bitchs triflin'
Told the bitch she was musty
No she didn't like it
Threw her stank ass out
I couldn't finish pipein'
She threw a brick through my shit
The bitchs gettin' violent oh my god!
I feel so offended cut my bitch off
Cuz niggas sweet and she
Ain't hoe them niggas
Shot yo mommas house up nd' you head
And you ain't smoke them niggas
Really outside with that ratchet
We ain't postin' pictures
You ain't never jumped off the porch
You just photogenic
Don't try to say you copped no body
Cuz we know you didn't you catch a case
Nd' now you snitchin' on yo co defendant?
I catch a case nd' do my
Time the way the lord intended
Blood pressure high as hell, let me calm down
Im freaky, squirt all on my face
Go grab a towel now
I listened to yo momma when she
Said you was a wild child
I had yo bitch way before you had her
Nigga bow wow

She do murder, only fans, like a sound cloud
Took the bitch on vacation, flew
I put the dick in her stomach
Blew her bowls out

It'sa dirty game with these hoes
Im bout to foul out

I gotta bitch that stay at north
Nd' she gon' suck me up
I gotta bitch that stay at south
Nd' she gon' bust it down
Imma get up in them guts, imma fuck it up
You know thats why they love
It everytime I come around
Yhea my bitchs say they love me
But they hatin' when I say they ain't mine
Told her don't get offended, got
Love for my woman
But I love my money at the same time

Yhea I got eight lines, the pint half dull
I ain't a pessimist
Why you breakin' bread with these hoes
Should be investin' it
Lookin' fo' bowls in my line
Get you a estimate
Keep a couple flavors on deck
Like what's your preference?
Call some pussy up, when I need it
I don't ever
Trip, thats some head but I had to bounce
I nutted hella quick
Cartoonish running sounds
She want some pipe, now she mad
Yhea I finessed the bitch
Hit uh few plays, then I
Pulled up onna nother bitch
This one a virgin i told her sell a bit, she
Sayin' she might catch feelins'
I said she better quit
Shit was to tight im like damn
My dick will never fit
I told her "Hold up, grab the ruler
I need that measurin'"

Say you gettin' to the bag but you ain't tho
This still ain't have to do with no trap
You know I can't go
Double up where you stay bro
Catch me out with a bankroll
Stackin' up then I lay low
Couple shooters on payroll nuthin' to do
Hitter Wuan, im like ayyo
"I boarded the crib, tryina slide"
He said "Ok bro" i know we tryina smoke one
Twisted up a eggroll
He broke me off a few lines
Where the fuck my face go?
Don't answer questions, play it stupid
Ion know about it
Stick to the code, be a man
Can't be no hoe about it
I heard my name, in yo mouth
Hope you chokin' on it
Tellin' my bissness, tryina do me like im
Haha, so I do them like
Cali weed what im smokin'
This shit airomatic
You the type to fumble the bag
Boy you barely trappin'
Prolly wouldn't know a real plug if
You was starin' at him

"Its finally legal in America
I've had some kinky sex
I have tried drugs through the
Young years of my life im broke as shit"