[Intro]
The Lunch Crew Company, I'm part of that
Please, please don't ever use that, it's so embarrassing for me (Hahaha)
The Lunch Crew Company
(My nigga Caasi, turn up)
[Chorus: BFB Da Packman]
Picked up a nigga bitch then pop me a perky
Fucking all night, got a nigga thirsty
Drunk in love, I was surfboard surfing
I do drugs, hell nah, I ain't perfect
I snuck my gun in the club, they don't search me
I got the ups in case a nigga try to murk me
22, but I call her Big Bertha
Take my cheque? Ah, Is it really worth it?
[Verse 1: BFB Da Packman]
Wait one question, do you love your life?
Touch my ice, then you won't leave the club tonight
Lamb chop eating in the club with the dirty Sprite
Whole squad strapped in the club, I'm with thirty dykes
"Packman, who made this beat?" Uh, the goat Cassi made it
Quarter mill on grass and dirt, so the pad is spacious
Naji telling me don't drop no music, gotta have some patience
And if life a horror film, I ain't dying, I'm stabbing Jason
I come from Flint to have a ratchet dog that's drastically basic
I got dreams of coming home to Ri-Ri and she asshole naked
Cheese pizza on arrival, baby, you can hold the bacon
Same bitches used to play me, wanna fuck me 'cause I made it
Hahaha, ole' stupid ass bitch you missed your blessings
Never satisfied with one plate, bae, give me seconds
Don't be embarrassed by a queef, it's a gift from heaven
Bad bitches be poor as hell, just give me sevens
Laughing at my lyrics, but the shit I feel legit
Nigga ran off with a hoopsy when he could of had a brick
Extort who? Bitch, kill me, I won't give yo ass a cent
And stop asking 'bout our water, bitch, we suffer from that shit
You heard it on the news, bitch, we got lead in it
You make a joke, you laugh, I'll put your fucking head in it
I cut my cousin off our business 'cause he put the feds in it
The fiends love the dope I cook 'cause I put my leg in it
Bitch, not my feet
First hundred racks he touched say he iced his teeth
If I see you when I'm with my baby mama, I'm not going speak
She said we fucked, bae, that bitch lying, bae, I don't cheat
Free Kodak, ain't no punk in me
I feel like jagged edge, had to put some umph in it
The White House been fucked since niggas put Trump in it
I slid in her DM's, she didn't reply so I unsent it
The Lunch Crew Company, I'm part of that
Please, please don't ever use that, it's so embarrassing for me (Hahaha)
The Lunch Crew Company
(My nigga Caasi, turn up)
[Chorus: BFB Da Packman]
Picked up a nigga bitch then pop me a perky
Fucking all night, got a nigga thirsty
Drunk in love, I was surfboard surfing
I do drugs, hell nah, I ain't perfect
I snuck my gun in the club, they don't search me
I got the ups in case a nigga try to murk me
22, but I call her Big Bertha
Take my cheque? Ah, Is it really worth it?
[Verse 1: BFB Da Packman]
Wait one question, do you love your life?
Touch my ice, then you won't leave the club tonight
Lamb chop eating in the club with the dirty Sprite
Whole squad strapped in the club, I'm with thirty dykes
"Packman, who made this beat?" Uh, the goat Cassi made it
Quarter mill on grass and dirt, so the pad is spacious
Naji telling me don't drop no music, gotta have some patience
And if life a horror film, I ain't dying, I'm stabbing Jason
I come from Flint to have a ratchet dog that's drastically basic
I got dreams of coming home to Ri-Ri and she asshole naked
Cheese pizza on arrival, baby, you can hold the bacon
Same bitches used to play me, wanna fuck me 'cause I made it
Hahaha, ole' stupid ass bitch you missed your blessings
Never satisfied with one plate, bae, give me seconds
Don't be embarrassed by a queef, it's a gift from heaven
Bad bitches be poor as hell, just give me sevens
Laughing at my lyrics, but the shit I feel legit
Nigga ran off with a hoopsy when he could of had a brick
Extort who? Bitch, kill me, I won't give yo ass a cent
And stop asking 'bout our water, bitch, we suffer from that shit
You heard it on the news, bitch, we got lead in it
You make a joke, you laugh, I'll put your fucking head in it
I cut my cousin off our business 'cause he put the feds in it
The fiends love the dope I cook 'cause I put my leg in it
Bitch, not my feet
First hundred racks he touched say he iced his teeth
If I see you when I'm with my baby mama, I'm not going speak
She said we fucked, bae, that bitch lying, bae, I don't cheat
Free Kodak, ain't no punk in me
I feel like jagged edge, had to put some umph in it
The White House been fucked since niggas put Trump in it
I slid in her DM's, she didn't reply so I unsent it
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