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[intro]
(the lunch crew company)
y’ello
(what’s goin’ on, juko?)
let’s get right, caasi (i’m so proud of you, caasi)
look

[verse]
fat, ugly n_gga, but my b_tch make up for it
hoes f_ckin’ for the free, you sick if you rapin’ for it
f_ckin’ on my ex sister, on the low, she hate me for it
my b_tch 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 b_tch, but i’m f_ckin’ 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 b_tch 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
n_gga say pack fell off, i’m just gettin’ started
i’m a tender n_gga, if i was lance, i would’ve k!lled harper
sippin’ quagen with my pinky out out in benton harbor
bust a nut on a sl_t tongue and make the b_tch gargle
ayy, this rich_n_gga 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 sh_t 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 b_tch missin’ a tooth, i would’ve got her one
n_ggas know if hoes on the floor, i want the darkest one
i felt bishop ’cause n_ggas don’t respect you ’til you got a gun
these dior joggers
k!ll him at the entrance, use his head as a doorstopper
can’t stop a ho from f_ckin’, sh_t, stressin’ only cause more problems
if drake f_ck my b_tch, i’ma let her, i ain’t no wh0re 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 sh_t on the floor like a baby plate
hmm, goo_goo_ga_ga
house filled with n_ggas, 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
n_gga, i’m everything but savage
if i see my high_school princ_p_l, 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
[outro]
yeah, big lunch crew
back to the post office, n_gga
y’ello

- bfb da packman

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