Testo Fix Ah Fien - Bfb Da Packman

Fix Ah Fien

Fat, ugly nigga, but my bitch make up for it
Hoes fuckin' for the free, you sick if you rapin' for it
Fuckin' on my ex sister, on the low, she hate me for it
My bitch a bare-face baddie, she don't need no makeup on it
I used to wear hand-me-downs, now it's deadstock
Balenci for my bitch, but I'm fuckin' with the bedrock
I'm slidin' on this ho like Big Perm did on on Craig block
Domestic violence pack, I put a brick inside a headlock
Talk to me nice, baby, I'm a gentle man
My Dallas bitch love my accent, I'm from Michigan
I'm gettin' kinda dizzy while I'm mixin', cut the ceiling fans
Scary Movie, sellin' fentanyl with my little hand
Nigga say Pack fell off, I'm just gettin' started
I'm a tender nigga, if I was Lance, I would've killed Harper
Sippin' Quagen with my pinky out out in Benton Harbor
Bust a nut on a slut tongue and make the bitch gargle
Ayy, this rich-nigga Listerine
I wish my pops would stop smokin' crack, I need to fix a fiend
House full of dirty-ass sticks, but the kitchen clean
Got all this dog shit in my pants, I need some different jeans
Bobo showed me how to sell dope and I'm happy for it
I used to work a job and get money, now I'm rappin' for it
She just give me coochie just because, didn't have to ask her for it
Your baby daddy didn't come through for the kids, just ask me for it
Mm, this my subtle flow
My brother used to love me when I was broke, I can't tell no more
I used to sell coke to my granddaddy and I feel bad
I looked up to God and told His ass I wouldn't sell no more
I ain't perfect, I'm my mama's son
Blueface a fool, my bitch missin' a tooth, I would've got her one
Niggas know if hoes on the floor, I want the darkest one
I felt Bishop 'cause niggas don't respect you 'til you got a gun
These Dior joggers
Kill him at the entrance, use his head as a doorstopper
Can't stop a ho from fuckin', shit, stressin' only cause more problems
If drake fuck my bitch, I'ma let her, I ain't no whore blocker
On God, I'm tryna get my paper straight
These hoes only want money, not love, it ain't safe to date
Drop a brick in a mixing bowl, watch me bake a cake
I'm so plugged, this shit on the floor like a baby plate
Hmm, goo-goo-ga-ga
House filled with niggas, drugs, and guns and some wi-fi
On the first link, I'm tryna stick it in her blind spot
Clean-up crew, we pullin' up with street sweepers and five mops
Nigga, I'm everything but savage
If I see my high-school principal, I might bust at him
Kanesha broke my heart, I can't love, man, I suck at it
In No Jumper with my gun on me 'cause I don't trust Adam

Yeah, big Lunch Crew
Back to the post office, nigga
Y'ello