Bfb Da Packman – Ocean Prime Lyrics (feat. Coi Leray)

[Intro: Coi Leray & BFB Da Packman]
Houston or Michigan? Suck on her titties and just stuff a hundred blues in the safe
I’m getting litty in this bitty, got my goons in the place
And I don’t care if they little, put them boobs in my face (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Verse 2: Coi Leray]
Yeah, bitches wanna be like me, okay
Bitch, I take trip in and out the bank all day
Couple bad bitches with me and they go both ways
You might wanna hide your nigga, I might put it in his face
Bitch, I’m number one (One), yeah, your bitch is top three (Top three), yeah
Bitch, I’m runnin’ shit (Let’s go), yeah, they is not me (No, no), yeah
Brand new foreigns, yeah, this a twenty-three (Let’s go)
It’s a four door, yeah, riding down the street
[Chorus: BFB Da Packman with Coi Leray]
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay (Let’s go)
She want Ocean Prime, but she gettin’ Chick-Fil-A (Ugh)
If I can’t hit it raw, then get the f*ck up out my face (Let’s go)
Damn, I want her bad, but she tellin’ me she gay
Oh, what am I gon’ do in this space? Her
The Lunch Crew Company
(Yeah Baby, you did this one)
Yeah
(Yeah Baby, you did this one)
[Chorus: BFB Da Packman with Coi Leray]
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay
She want Ocean Prime, but she gettin’ Chick-Fil-A
If I can’t hit it raw, then get the f*ck up out my face
Damn, I want her bad, but she tellin’ me she gay
Oh, what am I gon’ do in this space? Suck on her titties and just stuff a hundred blues in the safe (Woo)
I’m getting litty in this bitty, got my goons in the place
And I don’t care if they little, put them boobs in my face (Let’s go, yeah)
[Outro: Coi Leray]
Yeah, Packman, uh
Yeah, uh, uh
Yeah, Coi Leray, uh, yeah, uh
Let’s go Michigan
From Michigan
What, what’s the company? Let me see somethin’
I’m up an M and my brother just beat one
She tired of suckin’ dick, let’s take a break ’cause he knees numb
I don’t trust no bitch who get pregnant off of pre-cum
Bitches see me out like, “Ooh, Packman, girl I follow him”
Seen a Ferrari on Insta’, hell yeah I wanna ride with him
Fly her in then f*ck her, then it’s back to Metropolitan
Hand her plan B’s, pull my gun out, “Bitch, swallow ’em”
I like all women, ice cream, Neapolitan
Higherveli brand, man, I had to fly her Solomon
He was hatin’ on the low, I don’t like the way he politic
I’m tryna stick my PP in cocaine, but he was blockin’ it
Former trap nigga, I got dope from my cuticles
I like ghetto hoes, when they talk they use whoopty-woo
f*ck every artist that ain’t signed to Sounds Music Group
Look her in her eyes, stick my tongue in her juicy fruit
[Chorus: BFB Da Packman with Coi Leray]
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay
She want Ocean Prime, but she gettin’ Chick-Fil-A
If I can’t hit it raw, then get the f*ck up out my face
Damn, I want her bad, but she tellin’ me she gay
Oh, what am I gon’ do in this space? The Lunch Crew Company, I’m part of that
Please don’t ever use that, it’s so embarrassing to me
What, the Lunch Crew? Suck on her titties and just stuff a hundred blues in the safe
I’m getting litty in this bitty, got my goons in the place
And I don’t care if they little, put them boobs in my face (Yeah)
[Verse 1: BFB Da Packman]
Excuse me, can you pass me my glasses?