[Verse 1: BFB Da Packman]
So much dog shit on me, call me shit bag
Louis V cable socks on, but they mismatch (Yello)
Snoop Dogg had us rollin' up zigzags
If Doechii told me to lick ass, I'ma lick ass (Lick ass)
Cry babies in the engine, give you whiplash
Paranoid, hand on my Glock while I get gas (Skrrt)
Top Dawg ain't got shit on me, I'll skip leg (I'll skip leg)
When I write raps, I be thinkin' that my rent passed
Johnny Juliano on the beat, that's some wild shit
I was eight, I used to steal his beats off of SoundClick
I put in work, I ain't never had to ride dick
Life crazy, you had the most fun with your side bitch (Yello)
One time for Derek Lee (Uh)
I'ma get rich or die trying, I ain't scarеd to eat (Uh)
That nigga Funk Flex said Packman a parody
Keepin' feet on thesе niggas necks, I can't let 'em breathe (Yeah)
Yeah, on these niggas ass like a pair of briefs (Yello)
Got-got this shit out the mud like a pair of cleats (Skrrt)
All I care about is bread, nigga, Sarah Lee
Toxic, I'll dog a bitch out, still won't let her leave (Uh)
Put that money in my hand like a pair of keys
I don't care if them titties saggy, baby, let them free (Let them titties out, bitch)
Don't trust these entertainment lawyers, niggas better read
Before I sign a fucked up deal, go back to sellin' weed
I only eat wagyu, that's a better beef
Watching Harlem Nights, nigga, rest in peace to Della Reese (Rest in peace to Della Reese)
I got a old-ass revolver, call her Eloise (Boom)
I drink codeine, hell no, I can't sell the lean
[Verse 2: Yung Gravy]
Gang pull up with a thousand sticks, now you Bonnie Blue
Tweakin' off a Perc', scarin' hoes like the Babadook
Fat white bitch with a sunburn look like Majin Boo
Up the Bunsen burner, turn his ass to a molecule
Only white boy with narcotics at the barbecue
Auntie copped the Perc', try to slut me in my laundry room
I curved her in the moment, hit her later for the rendezvous
I run Thanksgiving, I got a bitch that will gobble you
You a fuckin' coward, I'm white, but my bitch got a PhD from Howard
I turn the opps against each other, I'm a rabble rouser
Pull up to the function, fifty bands in my lavish trouser
Got your bitch barking like she in heat, give her ass a treat
My homie heard that shit, he scared of dogs, so he had to leave
That's butter, that's some shit that I cannot believe
I'm in Flint with thirty hoes, BFB and Skuba Steve
Woo, had to take a breather
Brodie tried to run off with the pack, I hit him with a cleaver
30K for the trench coat, took a thousand beaters
My opp got turned out in prison, call him a wide receiver
Copious amount of hoes, n-now it's my burden
I pick six, take 'em to the crib, think I'm Richard Sherman
Big-ass crib with a pool in it, think I'm Richard Sherman
I would genuinely kill for a bill, think I'm Uma Thurman
[Outro]
Houston or Michigan?
Michigan
From Michigan
But what's the company?
The Lunch Crew Company, I'm part of that
Please don't ever use that 'cause that's embarrassing to me (Haha)
What, the Lunch Crew? Her
The Lunch Crew Company