Big Boom

[Intro: BFB Da Packman]
(The Lunch Crew Company, I'm part of that, haha)
(The Lunch Crew Company)
Yello'

[Verse 1: BFB Da Packman]
I'm in New York with the scammers
Need consent, before I fuck, let me put this shit on camera
I feel like she lied when she told me I was handsome
Shit, when life give you lemons, got to squeeze it over salmon
She seen me next to Kai, told the bitch name, "I was Fanum"
I said, "Free Diddy" and it almost got me cancelled
Big, fat nigga, baby, I'm too hot to handle
Live in all these niggas head rent free, call me dandruff
I love lean, shout out to Big Pharma'
Make me mad, I'll get a nigga clique murdered
Did this shit in swimmin' trunks, I never had to click Klarna
Barney sip, I hate Franklin, baby, I don't sip turtle
She fuck me, then ask for some money, shit worrisome
Then turn around and buy me a gift, bitch perfect
Sixty chickens in the trap, niggas think I hit Colonel
$60K all dubs, I'm walkin' like my hip hurtin'
Wagwan, what the bomboclat
Before I turn my back on my kids, I'll turn to Wock' (Eater)
Watch a pretty, bad, boujee bitch turn to fox (Cheater)
Gotta move her out of town just to make her stop (Cheatin')
Real estate, rap music, raise kids
Got paid for the show, but I snuck the 'K in
Hundred pounds in the truck while I'm on the Bay Bridge
Sausalitos, gettin' head while I'm takin' Qua' sips
Flint nigga, Big Jon, I'ma need a eight inch
On The Radar, give me lean and I'm goin' ape shit
I get money and go home, I can't do the fake shit
I hate niggas like that white streamer nigga, Adin
Ha, okay, that can be misconstrued
Why you spit that nut out? Bitch, that’s shit rude
Bitch bad as hell, but on the side, she got a missed tooth
Touch Packman chain, all they heard was a big boom

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
I'm in a Lamb' truck, hundred racks cash, I need some leg room
They hit him in his shit, I know he dead, I seen his head move
I'm at WHAM studio gettin' some head in the red room
I came from the trenches, now my house six bedrooms
Packman just pulled up, they thought we wasn't gon' link
This Flint shit still in style, i don't know what they think
I still hit her raw even though it had a little stink
The pussy lips was brown, but the inside was a little pink
Where the pink 10's, bitch I'm tryna get some head, make your knees bend
A nigga pull a gun on me or one of my niggas, lil bro gon' keep spinnin'
They gon' keep spinnin', we gon' keep slidin'
We finally got the nigga, even though it took a week to find him
They caught him in the bed, hit his head, the nigga sleep dyin'
(They caught him in the bed, hit his head, the nigga sleep dyin')
Damn, fell to sleep on stage off a Xan'
Any nigga speak on Rio never had a band
Catch a nigga 6AM, we gon' crack his egg
Before I made money off rap, I sold crackheads
If you really on that, then come smack me then, come whack me then
Come take my chain off my neck and make me buy it back, ha
You know that shit don't happen, niggas die for that
Since Baby Ghost locked up, they think we not on that, but we still on that
Bitch, we been on that
You know I really, I really, I really got a couple M's, no fitted cap, nigga
Big ass crib like where you livin' at?