[Intro]
The Lunch Crew Company, I'm part of that (Hahaha)
Please don't ever use that, it's so embarrassing to me
What, the Lunch Crew? Her
The Lunch Crew Company
[Verse 1: BFB Da Packman & Benny the Butcher]
I-I-I just bought my bitch a body (Yeah), her physique a façade
Flashback to sellin' coke to my granddaddy, I'm in need of Allah (Yeah)
Dope boys and diamonds don't go together, that shit be screamin' the law
And Bobo told me, "If you go fed, don't repeat what you saw"
You niggas yeast, we don't need heat, we see that you soft (Yeah)
I hid a pack under my stomach, wasn't no weed in my draws (Facts)
I left Flint duckin' indictment, ended up beating the odds (Hello)
And I got rich and there's still Camry's in my Fleeton garage (Woo)
"Free Joe Exotic" got us rich when we was hustlin' for better (Yeah)
Tellin' my dawg I love him before he meet his plug in the desert (I love you)
He made it back with more work, business be good, but I'm stressin' (Yeah)
'Cause I had thoughts, they filled the flaw and they was really gon' stretch 'em (Facts)
That's a rhyme, 5th grade, is you a thug or not? (Okay)
Fuck robbin' and shootin', I'd rather hug the block
Bobo showed me how to maneuver, not even my fuckin' pops
My real dad was like, "Fuck my son, I'd rather hug a rock" (Ooh)
No more dissin' that nigga, come on, let's switch the subject
'Cause when I spit my truths someway, somehow I piss off my mother
I'm raw and uncut, I'd even fuck a distant cousin
Put my dick between two bitches lips and make them kiss each other (Mwah)
You might catch me out in Silicon Valley (Yeah)
With Sketcher flip-flops, Nike hoodie, never rockin' no Bali (Yeah)
On the phone talkin' to my guy, I'm just happy he smilin'
The fent' overdosed the fiend and feds hit him with the body (The Butcher comin', nigga)
(The Lunch Crew Company)
The Lunch Crew Company, I'm part of that (Hahaha)
Please don't ever use that, it's so embarrassing to me
What, the Lunch Crew? Her
The Lunch Crew Company
[Verse 1: BFB Da Packman & Benny the Butcher]
I-I-I just bought my bitch a body (Yeah), her physique a façade
Flashback to sellin' coke to my granddaddy, I'm in need of Allah (Yeah)
Dope boys and diamonds don't go together, that shit be screamin' the law
And Bobo told me, "If you go fed, don't repeat what you saw"
You niggas yeast, we don't need heat, we see that you soft (Yeah)
I hid a pack under my stomach, wasn't no weed in my draws (Facts)
I left Flint duckin' indictment, ended up beating the odds (Hello)
And I got rich and there's still Camry's in my Fleeton garage (Woo)
"Free Joe Exotic" got us rich when we was hustlin' for better (Yeah)
Tellin' my dawg I love him before he meet his plug in the desert (I love you)
He made it back with more work, business be good, but I'm stressin' (Yeah)
'Cause I had thoughts, they filled the flaw and they was really gon' stretch 'em (Facts)
That's a rhyme, 5th grade, is you a thug or not? (Okay)
Fuck robbin' and shootin', I'd rather hug the block
Bobo showed me how to maneuver, not even my fuckin' pops
My real dad was like, "Fuck my son, I'd rather hug a rock" (Ooh)
No more dissin' that nigga, come on, let's switch the subject
'Cause when I spit my truths someway, somehow I piss off my mother
I'm raw and uncut, I'd even fuck a distant cousin
Put my dick between two bitches lips and make them kiss each other (Mwah)
You might catch me out in Silicon Valley (Yeah)
With Sketcher flip-flops, Nike hoodie, never rockin' no Bali (Yeah)
On the phone talkin' to my guy, I'm just happy he smilin'
The fent' overdosed the fiend and feds hit him with the body (The Butcher comin', nigga)
(The Lunch Crew Company)
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