Lyrics Syrup Damage - Bfb Da Packman

Syrup Damage

Huston or Michigan?
Michigan
From Michigan
But what's the company?
The Lunch Crew Company, I'm part of it
Please don't ever use that, 'cause that's embarrassing to me (Hahaha)
What, the Lunch Crew?
Her
The Lunch Crew Company
Yeah (Enrgy made this one)

Went to LA just to work with Big Hit
Bitch pussy always stink so I call her big fish
It's a drop on Wockhart so I got to sip Trish
Heard Tyla got that water, bae I'm trying to get drenched
I need the water right now!
But we friends tho
Cully black badge, I can't fit inside the Lambo
Niggas ain't touching no money like they hands broke
Niggas don't take care of his kids, what you stand for?
I remember carving my name in a kilo
Seen Schoolboy lost weight, got me fucking with the keto
In New Jersey with a freak hoe, riding, vibing to Faneto
Take my soul through my pee hole, dick get lost when she deepthroat
Nah for real, where my dick at?
Give me the jerk salmon
Hit her all night off a pill, call it Perc damage
I need to go to rehab, I'm a syrup bandit
Stingy with my heart, my ex broke it, that shit hurt damn it
And I'm still 'bout it
Granny mad I still trap, fuck how she feel 'bout it
I'll take the BBL over a real body
If I was Aaliyah daddy, bitch, I would have killed Robert
Yeah, R. Kelly
A 6 of Trish will turn a sprite to a dark Pepsi
Riding in a whip full of shooters, yeah the car zesty
And you know the coochie good if her car messy
Lost my best eater man that shit feel like my heart left me
Need a replacement
Next year I might pop out on Drake's shit
The best hoes popping pussy on the day shift
See Al Green out in person make me hate grits
Hold on, wait
Allahu Akbar
Police flicked us but he found a Glock, bitch, that is not ours
Sneaky been cool since he been sober, used to pop bars
Lightskin bad model bitch but my pop dark
Can you pass me my cup please?
You little dirty bitch
Trap like Popeyes, watch how quick I make a birdy flip
Niggas scared of other grown men but will hurt a chick
Coochie good but she so toxic, never calling quits
We forever bitch
Fuck rehab
Momma hit the lottery and didn't share? Where my ski mask?
Treat a bitch heart like a motherfucking bean bag
Need more fuel to rap, bitch where my lean at
Call Gabe, I'm feeling like I'm on the radar
I'm going hard like a prison with a gay guard
Designer shit-talking, baby you can call these Bape bars
Told my bitch this my crib, I never say ours

Y'ello
Buh!
Big Lunch Crew man you know what I'm saying
Designer shit-talking, that's what we on man
You know what I'm saying, I had to drop some shit like this just to
Just to show you I still got it, you know what I'm saying?
When I put out that last tape man, everybody was just like
Man we want to hear more shit talking, we want to hear, we want to hear more
shit talking
Bitch, I don't want to talk shit, damn
I want to make quality, you know what I'm saying, music with hooks and shit
like that
Nigga I don't want to shit talk all day
So I put this tape together so y'all can get some shit talking
Y'all want some shit talking, I'm gonna give y'all some shit talking,
you know what I'm saying?
Enrgy, BFB Da Packman, shit talking there you go
Bakaoo, enjoy