Ketchup Paket

CHORUS: If ya lungs too small for the gas then you bet not pack it Sometimes I like me a bougie, then sometimes a ratchet Her momma talmbout pull yo pants up, always yappin' Bitch, pull yo panties down, damn, f*ck yo mama, f*ck and ya grannie (ain't got no manners) F*ck her so good, can't stand me, bitch Who yo daddy? Bitch, gone head make me a sandwich Go in yo pantry Drink all of the Kool-cid, jammies Nigga, don't @ me In my bag like a ketchup packet VERSE 1: She think I need her, she straight out of line, I just put dick in her spine Cash on the way, don't be calling my phone, can't have you tie up my line I'm in my bag and I'm clutching my nine I just been working, this shit here takes time She say they love me, I bet that they do Every time that I drop, they be pressing rewind Verse 2: Okay, big booty need a poke That booty not real, it's a hoax She get too tired from the stroke Okay then, bitch, have a stroke Okay, you're dealing with the pope Gotta crib with a castle and moat in it Gotta ship with a passenger boat in it Some niggas need a pass just to f*ck with us Chorus: If ya lungs too small for the gas then you bet not pack it Sometimes I like me a bougie, then sometimes a ratchet Her momma talmbout pull yo pants up, always yappin' Bitch, pull yo panties down, damn, f*ck yo mama, f*ck and ya grannie (ain't got no manners) F*ck her so good, can't stand me, bitch Who yo daddy? Bitch, gone head make me a sandwich Go in yo pantry Drink all of the Kool-cid, jammies Nigga, don't @ me In my bag like a ketchup packet