Krispy LunchCrew

[Intro]
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(The Lunch Crew Company)
(Coronado on the beat)
(It's with a K, dumbass)

[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd]
Pull strings and get shit done off my face card
Drink a lot of lean, so she say my nut taste odd
You broke with an attitude and you blame God
It's weird every bitch you fuck pull the rape card

[Verse 2: BFB Da Packman]
That's a god damn shame, you be rapin' bitches
Chop came with monkey nuts and a laser with it
Never wanted my bitch to sell pussy, she made me pimp her
I don't trust my kids, so, my Glock, I be bathin' with it

[Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd]
Two fat niggas done linked and our pockets heavy
Balenciaga, I'll pay y'all to sponsor Webbie
Suck my meat real hard, trеat it like it's candy
Put pills in her punani if the bitch lеt me
I guess I'm just tryna keep it P (Yellow)
I don't wanna squash nothin', this an endless beef
Remember what you said that got you in this beef?
Somebody really gotta die just to end this beef

[Verse 4: BFB Da Packman]
Two fat niggas, bitch, we tipped the scale
My stomach hurt, but I'ma keep sippin', get a ginger ale
I sell fentanyl, pints of Wock', and deliver mail
She can't fix her attitude for shit, but can fix Rotel
I left Flint and I'm still thuggin'
Tender-dick nigga, bitch, cheat on him, he wanna kill somethin'
Money old as fuck, got grey hair, look like Bill Russell
You could be a pig but got some pape', bitch, you still fuckin'

[Verse 5: KrispyLife Kidd]
Make a lot of money off of this 'cause I'm a shit-talker
My uncle still fuckin' with that, he a whip talker
Stanley Okoye with this big bitch, this a Mrs. Parker
I'm havin' bottle wars in the club, I'm a fifth starter
Hold on, fuck that, let me start some violence
You's a hooper turned shooter, you should be in college
Out in LA, on Rodeo eatin' shrimp and lobster
Yeah, you a bad bitch, but you be hittin' powder

[Verse 6: BFB Da Packman]
My niggas known for spankin' shit, no Pootie Tang
I love it when I smell my top lip and get the coochie twang
Raven, Chop, Mcree, that's my booky bae
Got so much dog shit in my pants, left a dookie stain
Nigga talkin' like the plug, he a store runner
Cookin' dope while I watch the kids, left the stove runnin'
Somebody tell DeAsia and Jaliya that I'm tryna fuck
At the same time, I got a thousand for both of 'em

[Verse 7: KrispyLife Kidd]
Doin' what I can on the fashion tip
Almost beat the worker ass 'cause Saks don't be havin' shit
I hit a bitch that beat cancer, she had a half a tit
She really like me, 'cause most fat niggas don't be havin' dick

[Verse 8: BFB Da Packman]
Hold on, my boy, speak for yourself
Bitch gon' suck whatever dick I got behind this belt
Before a nigga think 'bout tryin' Pack, better try some else
Fuck around and leave a nigga stinkin' like a sour belch

[Verse 9: KrispyLife Kidd]
KrispyLife, spell it with a K, not no other letter
I told my girl I'll hit her mama if her mother let me
When I'm done, I just wanna lay there while she rub my belly
I love my cougar, she always sayin', "Juice or Pepsi?"

[Verse 10: BFB Da Packman]
I love my midget, when she suck it, baby rub my knees
Honey Packman, I be laid up with a bunch of B's
Pop a Perc' 30, bitch left with a ruptured spleen
Yeah, you might be bad, but you not better than a cup of lean

[Verse 11: KrispyLife Kidd]
R.I.P. to one of the goats, I'ma miss Dolph
Stop me from gettin' Cookies, I be pissed off
My bitch caught me— alright
My bitch caught me cheatin' with her cousin and now she pissed off

[Verse 12: BFB Da Packman]
R.I.P.N.B.​​
Interrupt me while I'm eatin' my waffles, you gon' D-I-E
Expeditiously, no T-I-P
You forty years old, why the fuck you tryna be YB?

[Verse 13: KrispyLife Kidd]
Uh, Major Payne with these baldheads
I made the bitch stop and I asked, "That's what you call head?"
Bitch pussy big, it's wide-headed, I'ma fall in
She put that whippersnapper on me, I had to call in
Got my white girl that'll stuff it for me, let me call Jen
Shot up a family function, I'm hittin' all kin
I'm puttin' them through all type of torture, this Saw X
The bitch was surprised, it's her first time she saw ten

[Verse 14: BFB Da Packman]
Ayy, Kidd, it's time to wrap it up
Why y'all don't tell y'all friends they be stankin' when they clap they butt?
Knife on the AR just to cut a nigga cabbage up
Sometimes I be mad as hell my mama let my daddy fuck
On God, he was a deadbeat
I'm tryna watch my weight, so I'm cuttin' all the red meat
I'm loyal, but I'm greedy, why I bit the hand that fed me
Bitch squirt yellow, she keep fuckin' up my bed sheets
Nasty bitch, man, that shit triflin'
Took a fake Perc', hope I don't die, 'cause this bitch bitin'
She said she live alone, on God, I know this bitch lyin'
'Cause when I walked inside her front door, I seen some big Nikes

[Outro: BFB Da Packman]
Nah, for real
Ayy, for real, though, who Nikes is them?
They're mine
Man, them big-ass shoes, those is not your fuckin' shoes
Who big-ass shoes is those, for real?
These are mine
Come on, man, nah, for real, your baby daddy live here?
No
So your baby daddy don't live here?
No
Man, them big-ass shoes, fuck is them, size fifteen?
No, man