[Intro: BFB Da Packman]

Let's get right, Caasi, yeah

(I'm so proud of you, Caasi)

[Verse 1: BFB Da Packman]

Ridin' with that chopper in the front seat (Brrt)

I got funny bars, but ain't nan' nigga mush me

Switchy on this bitch'll turn a nigga to some lunch meat

Vrrr (The Lunch Crew Company, pussy-ass nigga)

I was trappin' before rappin', it was God-given

Be with grimy niggas, all felons, they just rob niggas

Cut my baby mama off, the stupid bitch wouldn't stop strippin'

(Fuck she mean? Nigga, I got pape', fuck you mean?)

I'm with BabyDrill

I dress like shit, but these hoes know I got pape' for real (Facts)

Rap Adam Sandler, in the Scat playin' Haitian Bill

Give me melatonin, Wock', and water, I can make a seal (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

Bitch cheatin' on you 'cause you lazy and can't pay a bill (Broke-ass nigga)

Niggas ain't gangster, only tough when thеy take them pills (Uh-uh)

Your mans got dropped, you wеnt in hidin' like you hate the drills (Hide-and-seek-ass niggas)

In a safe place, holdin' guns on Insta', makin' Reels

Niggas sad as hell

She said, "Put on a condom or you can't fuck," I was mad as hell (Uh-uh)

I'ma get rich or die tryin' or it's back to jail

Seen niggas gettin' money in my hood, I had to add myself (On God, nigga, I had to get the pape')

Can't be fat and broke

I kept my phone slappin' 'cause I gave the fiends the antidote (Yop)

I'm tryna build a house when granny asked me what these hammers for (Yeah)

We haven't talked in years 'cause I was servin' my granddaddy dope

[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]

Shoot 'em down, I be movin' 'round, we trappin' food and rhymes

Bro get off them pills and just tweak out, he don't know who to slime

Niggas think they hot 'til we go fan, that bitch gon' cool 'em down

Got a fetty plug in Mexico, his ass from Culiacán

I get tired of fuckin' on these thots, I want the bougie friend

Flood the Rollie, fifty-pointer rocks, it do the Uzi dance

Have my ho bring Birkin to my show, we got a toolie in

Got a fifty drum sittin' in the Glock, look like a Louis bag

(Iced Up Records), ooh, I get to spazzin' shit

Cuddy said that dog'll take a three, he just be addin' shit

Big crib with twenty-car garage, it got a landing strip

Walk around, three hundred racks in cash on some random shit

You the type be rappin' niggas' life, you ain't got no scars

White sticks, flood them shits with ice, look like a snowball

Will just caught a body at the store, he think he O-Dog

Trap nigga, rob him for that cash for tryna lowball

In the hood, got auntie at the spot, this shit like Snowfall

Code talk, we say that bag just touched, we sent a postcard

My shooter always itchin' for a hit, they think he smoke hard

Rich as fuck, just stuffed a half a ticket in the Goyard