BFB Da Packman – 9 Pills Lyrics

9 Pills – BFB Da Packman Lyrics

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Y'ello

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A nigga run up on me, you gon' hear that booyah

This bitch a turn a nigga mind into goulash

Young nigga, but I'm well seasoned like a bouillon

Salado with a thotty, salmon salad, hold the croutons

In South Houston with my plug, drinkin' moonshine

My cousin stole from me once, I shot his ass two times

You think your girl safe 'cause she fat, I know you lyin'

My nigga cut and I fold that big bitch like a futon

When I talk my drug talk, I don't cap out nothin'

Dirty Donuts in this 'Wood, don't pass me Runtz

Invite her to the mall, told her ass don't ask for nothin'

Get a brick and bust that bitch down into Captain Crunch

Somebody tell 50 I'm tryna make my way in acting

Or it's back to deliverin' mail, wrappin' shit in plastic

Rap niggas weird, they dick-ride whoever gettin' blasted

I could be myself, thesе other niggas gotta get flashy

I spot bullshit from miles away, you can't trick bag mе

Her house and cars spick and span, but this bitch nasty

Listenin' to Gates to lose weight, so I'm off six Addys

I study Baby and Slim moves, rest in peace to Miss Gladys

No cap, nigga, I been the one

I could fuck Lori Harvey in these swimmin' trunks

Never back down to no man unless it's ten to one

Your man's locked up, you out here rich and you won't send him nothin'

You ain't steppin' on shit like your feet bad

I stop breathin' in my sleep, where my CPAP

Clutchin' on my gun when I see a nigga blink fast

Stop nuttin' in my girl 'cause it make the coochie stink bad

You would think bitches sneeze the way I beat backs

You would think it was a race the way I skeet fast

Don't talk about the streets, just stocks when I see Vlad

My belly big, so I'm gettin' head with a seat back

I'm next in line, bitch, better grab some knee pads

Mixin' some Wokeisha with the Don, make me pee fast

He pulled up with a bag and I took it, with his sweet-ass

Almost got caught lyin' to my bitch, I had to think fast

Hmm, like, bitch, it wasn't me

I know she like to trick, but me and Packman fuck for free

We buyin' every room on this floor, we at the Double Tree

Two fat fresh niggas, he went Gucci, I went double C

Okay, the dope almost done, bro, cut the timer off

Another million dollars on the way, I had to sign it off

My hard head couldn't find no drugs, now he buyin' soft

Unc' said he tired of buyin' coochie, now he buyin' dog

Hmm, is we gon' make it to the top? Shit, only time will tell

I shot a 10 milli' at ten niggas and only nine fell

Crazy thing I know his whole family like the Seinfeld

You not a trapper, bitch, you went to jail for only nine pills

Hmm, that's kinda stupid, right?

Cut into an ugly thick bitch, like, what you doin' tonight?

Tryna teach him how to get rich off rap, but he ain't doin' it right

He cocked it to the side, lit off the clip, but he ain't shoot it right

Brodie step on shit like a brand-new pair of new kicks

He talkin' shit, I hit him in his shit, he need his tooth fixed

Her pussy fat as hell, but this bitch shaped like a toothpick

Bitch, I don't want no baked macaroni, take me to Ruth Chris

Hahaha, I want the lobster mac

FRT'll shoot all thirty once I cock it back

Scram scrapin' out the ghetto, got a nigga pockets fat

Who you know out here be shit talkin' while droppin' facts?

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