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The Lunch Crew Company
[verse]
I'm trapping it for certain
Dirty donuts not no sherbert
If my momma smoke crack, it's no shame bitch imma' serve her
M-mistaked discharge for her creamer why' I only fuck with squirters
Pete pulled with four in a baby, I'm bout to take this bitch and burp it
Quagen my confession, pussy good let me test it
In the bay with gas bags in the trunk of a tesla
I-If I get pulled over "thuh thuh" bitch I'm special
Ice bowls don't got a flow I'm serving niggas VVS's
I retired talking drugs niggas out here selling cap
If the dope ain't swimming nigga I'll a buy it back
Fuckin' with the Fetty Wap and fake booze come buy a batch
Instead of buying worthless jewlery, went and bought my bitch a ass
Bobo raised me to be solid, bad business is a hazard
Got rich and got fatter so I'm fucking with the salad
I sip so much quagen that it's fucking with my blatter
But I sell so many bowls that the shit don't even matter
Gizzle said I need a verse no funny bars you better tweak
Talking bout them old days trapping down on Sterling street
That nigga ain't from Flint, Michigan he ain't never heard of me
Fat funny nigga but I touched more dope than Pusha T
I can't beg no rap nigga just to do a song with me
I bossed up with no big homie, you ain't gotta fuck with me
I really fuck with Glockboy, grew up with Sto, got love for Lik
I bump all them niggas shit, they bet not put me in they beef
Bitch quit asking me why I ain't did a song with Rio or YN
Just know from Alaska to Tampa, Florida bitch I'm tied in
My mans didn't pay his tab before his sentence he rather die then
Told Rio stab his ass soon as that motherfucker ride in
They asking for a front but don't even got no clientele
Showing my ass on this song I need to buy a belt
This song all cap don't believe me with my lying self
They indict you off of lyrics shit sad free YSL