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Snack Time Video (MV)




Performed By: Bfb Da Packman
Length: 3:28
Written by: Tyree Thomas




Bfb Da Packman - Snack Time Lyrics




Choppa with the beam get ya shit splat
Young nigga long paper get ya bitch smacked
Hold on wait you on some shit patch
We runnin fades all week, f*ck a diss track
We be cooling, she just wanna f*ck real good and smoke hookah
Niggas jump stupid in this bitch it get ruthless
Killas with the rulers all glocks no ruegers

I'ma keep it a buck, I had to quick ya bitch off she was talking too much
Dont wanna ride dick, the hoe lazy as f*ck
Time is money dummy now you gotta pay me to f*ck
I told PG no more hand to hand'n
After them prison cookups we eating salmon
I used to get chicken, now I'm ordering salads
Sell a block of that regular, pockets like stuff cabbage
I'm not the arguing time, I'm the facts been facts nigga
I'm out in texas with michigan on my back nigga
Lala caught a flight from ATL he brought a block with em
We break em down distribute then I split the stacks with em
I trust a snake before I trust you
When you up all these bitches wanna suck you
I aint say that pussy yours I let the bucks do it
F*ck around and jack off girl f*ck you

Choppa with the beam get ya shit splat
Young nigga long paper get ya bitch smacked
Hold on wait you on some shit patch
We runnin fades all week, f*ck a diss track
We be cooling, she just wanna f*ck real good and smoke hookah
Niggas jump stupid in this bitch it get ruthless
Killas with the rulers all glocks no ruegers

Hairy pussy bitch you need to lower your lines
She want a flat screen tv so we hit up the pond
Fried cat fish garlic sauce with the primes
And I love them feisty bitches, I'm in love with solange
Niggas wanna be rich, but I'm no mav
Why the f*ck you robbing niggas with ya karma ass
Coulda hit ya little sister but I swerved that
I'm super straight on that bitch, she take bird baths
My mama said I'm boujie that's some funny shit
I'm ducked off in city center with a honey dip
Wassup to amber rose, i love that slutty shit
My city fire gotta cop it with an oven mit
It's 100 f*ck yous if you aint f*ckin with me
And I'm not hopping in no coupe unless my brother with me
I'm a vet but at the same time a f*ckin rookie
Yanking on ya bitch hair call it the tug a pussy

Choppa with the beam get ya shit splat
Young nigga long paper get ya bitch smacked
Hold on wait you on some shit patch
We runnin fades all week, f*ck a diss track
We be cooling, she just wanna f*ck real good and smoke hookah
Niggas jump stupid in this bitch it get ruthless
Killas with the rulers all glocks no ruegers

Lunch crew company, we them
Big baby lay in OT how you see em,
You gotta be plugged just to reach him
Ya bitch irritate, wont even open up her DM
5 bitches gettin sent to the VM, I aint cuffin no bitch you can keep em
She asked for my number that's a sticky, i lied to that bitch tell the hoe i gotta beat it
I'm a fat nigga but my tongue and my dick nice
I'm out Cali wit cee boogie and big mike
I stopped selling dope they cooking niggas like fish fried
But we still strapped up like six dykes
Loose lips sinks ships get acquainted
How that water get in here, got me thinking
Slow leaks gotta hurry up and drain them
Draco in a peacoat call it piggy and a blanket

Choppa with the beam get ya shit splat
Young nigga long paper get ya bitch smacked
Hold on wait you on some shit patch
We runnin fades all week, f*ck a diss track
We be cooling, she just wanna f*ck real good and smoke hookah
Niggas jump stupid in this bitch it get ruthless
Killas with the rulers all glocks no ruegers
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Choppa with the beam get ya shit splat
Young nigga long paper get ya bitch smacked
Hold on wait you on some shit patch
We runnin fades all week, f*ck a diss track
We be cooling, she just wanna f*ck real good and smoke hookah
Niggas jump stupid in this bitch it get ruthless
Killas with the rulers all glocks no ruegers

I'ma keep it a buck, I had to quick ya bitch off she was talking too much
Dont wanna ride dick, the hoe lazy as f*ck
Time is money dummy now you gotta pay me to f*ck
I told PG no more hand to hand'n
After them prison cookups we eating salmon
I used to get chicken, now I'm ordering salads
Sell a block of that regular, pockets like stuff cabbage
I'm not the arguing time, I'm the facts been facts nigga
I'm out in texas with michigan on my back nigga
Lala caught a flight from ATL he brought a block with em
We break em down distribute then I split the stacks with em
I trust a snake before I trust you
When you up all these bitches wanna suck you
I aint say that pussy yours I let the bucks do it
F*ck around and jack off girl f*ck you

Choppa with the beam get ya shit splat
Young nigga long paper get ya bitch smacked
Hold on wait you on some shit patch
We runnin fades all week, f*ck a diss track
We be cooling, she just wanna f*ck real good and smoke hookah
Niggas jump stupid in this bitch it get ruthless
Killas with the rulers all glocks no ruegers

Hairy pussy bitch you need to lower your lines
She want a flat screen tv so we hit up the pond
Fried cat fish garlic sauce with the primes
And I love them feisty bitches, I'm in love with solange
Niggas wanna be rich, but I'm no mav
Why the f*ck you robbing niggas with ya karma ass
Coulda hit ya little sister but I swerved that
I'm super straight on that bitch, she take bird baths
My mama said I'm boujie that's some funny shit
I'm ducked off in city center with a honey dip
Wassup to amber rose, i love that slutty shit
My city fire gotta cop it with an oven mit
It's 100 f*ck yous if you aint f*ckin with me
And I'm not hopping in no coupe unless my brother with me
I'm a vet but at the same time a f*ckin rookie
Yanking on ya bitch hair call it the tug a pussy

Choppa with the beam get ya shit splat
Young nigga long paper get ya bitch smacked
Hold on wait you on some shit patch
We runnin fades all week, f*ck a diss track
We be cooling, she just wanna f*ck real good and smoke hookah
Niggas jump stupid in this bitch it get ruthless
Killas with the rulers all glocks no ruegers

Lunch crew company, we them
Big baby lay in OT how you see em,
You gotta be plugged just to reach him
Ya bitch irritate, wont even open up her DM
5 bitches gettin sent to the VM, I aint cuffin no bitch you can keep em
She asked for my number that's a sticky, i lied to that bitch tell the hoe i gotta beat it
I'm a fat nigga but my tongue and my dick nice
I'm out Cali wit cee boogie and big mike
I stopped selling dope they cooking niggas like fish fried
But we still strapped up like six dykes
Loose lips sinks ships get acquainted
How that water get in here, got me thinking
Slow leaks gotta hurry up and drain them
Draco in a peacoat call it piggy and a blanket

Choppa with the beam get ya shit splat
Young nigga long paper get ya bitch smacked
Hold on wait you on some shit patch
We runnin fades all week, f*ck a diss track
We be cooling, she just wanna f*ck real good and smoke hookah
Niggas jump stupid in this bitch it get ruthless
Killas with the rulers all glocks no ruegers
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Writer: Tyree Thomas
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