Testo Vanessa Thomkins - Bfb Da Packman

Vanessa Thomkins

Yeah, hundred thousand on me
Way the dog jumping out they veins, need a collar on it
All blue strips, hundun, don't got a dollar on me
Side bitch got mad and went and told my baby mama on me
Stupid ass
Rat niggas working with the feds, should be a bounty hunter
Dick stinking right outta my blick, I need a condom on it
I need all my money, not half, my kids counting on it
(I need all my money at once, I ain't give you half what you asked for)
Bitch, I'd rather die about this money and you kinda want it
This shit slap, I should go and put Casada on it
Mister get it gone super fast, I could down a hundred
Whoo, bitch, I'm certified
Vanessa popping ass on OnlyFans since Uncle Bernie died
Got this shit out the mud, had to burglarize
It don't matter how I got it, bitch, I'm earning mine
BFB Da Packman out here making hits
Hate cognac, tequila me, it don't make me shit
My shooter A1 with the Glock and he hate to miss
Take a project hoe and teach her business, I can make a bitch
Whoo, ayy Mook, this a nice beat
About to get off on they ass like a bike seat
Good hygiene, no veneers on my white teeth
Since I got pape, all these hoes said they like me
Just spent five hundred on a white tee
I don't fuck on industry hoes, I'm not a hype beast
Hittin Mickey D's, steak bagel with a Hi-C
I done seen so much shit I need some visine
Fuck waitin', I'm only selling to the ball buyers
Walgreen out of Plan Bs, let me call Meijer's
Riding with a four in a baby, that's a small child
I'm about to bust this brick of dog, it need an autopsy
Where my doctor mask?
Fucked a lot of rats, but I'm cuffin on the college grads
I be buying bitches dinner, I ain't buying bags
Stopped making Wockhardt, got me kinda sad

Shit
Stopped rapping, now I'm kinda mad