Bfb Da Packman - Northside Ghetto Soulja
(JT on the track again)Yeah, yeah
Uh
Ayy, bitch, I swear to God
A million dollars look as lovely as Rihanna
Ain't no Love and Hip Hop, you not Tammy, I'm not Waka
We ain't letting shit slide spot a baka then he drop 'em
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 momma
I talked to Drake on the phone, he couldn't sign me
He 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
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 gon' hit 'em now
Talking about no fucking 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 gone put my blicky down
I'm a man without her
Roseline nigga, momma had us out in public housing
Don't call my phone about no beef, bitch, this ain't McDonalds
My momma still live out in apartments, 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
Boboy taught me one, 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
Kidnap your favorite bitch and throw 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 terrorized 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 punching those
I always get my heart broke in the end 'cause I be cuffing hoes
Bitch, I've 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'm bench pressin
Nola bitch say I'm retarded, nah, 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
Pray they hit my knees, enchilada, they don't come and get me
Going out like stocks, you rat bitches is rotini
On God, let's have some fucking 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
But I don't give a fuck, you let another nigga raise your son
Bentley Benz take, Lunch Crew got big paper
Fuck a bitch in the booty while I'm bumping Vince Staples
Niggas snitching like it's cool, niggas know that shit flagrant
Dawg stabbed me in my back, shit, them niggas been hatin'
I ain't lying, shh, man, please
Get up out my life you can't hold me down like Yandy
Love and Hip Hop, this shit flop, don't have no plan Cs
I had all my kids, bitch, I don't do no plan Bs
Fuck you mean
All I got is rap, I don't got no plan Bs
Bitch, I don't do no plan Bs
Fuck you mean? Lunch Crew, nigga
One deep, nigga
Don't do no plan Bs
Take care of my kids, nigga
Rap my only job, don't do no plan B's
Lunch Crew shit, bitch
Let me hear that shit
Written by:
Tyree Thomas
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