CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Frenchman
The Lunch Crew Company, I'm part of that
Please don't ever use that, it's so embarrassing to me
What, the Lunch Crew? Her
The Lunch Crew Company
I— I— I just bought my b*t*h a body (Yeah), her psyche a façade
Flashback to sellin' coke to my granddaddy, I'm in need of a lot (Yeah)
Dope boys and diamonds don't go together, that sh*t be screamin' the law
And Bobo told me, "If you go fed, don't repeat what you saw"
You n***as 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 (Yellow)
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 on [?], 5th grade, is you a thug or not? (Okay)
f**k robbin' and shootin', I'd rather hug the block
Bobo showed me how to maneuver, not even my f**kin' pops
My real dad was like, "f**k my son, I'd rather hug a rock" (Ooh)
No more dissing that n***a, come on, let's switch the subject
'Cause when I spit my truths someway, somehow I p*ss off my mother
I'm raw and uncut, I'd even f**k a distant cousin
Put my d**k between two b*t*hes 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 [?] with the body (The Butcher comin', n***a)
(The Lunch Crew Company)
I'm givin' n***as this work, clip send you n***as to church
I brought it to my own opps, they like, "Send a n***a some merch" (f**k outta here)
They see my whip and start tryna guess what I get for a verse (Huh?)
The IRS wanna break down what each of my syllables worth
n***as ain't catchin' up (Nah)
I collected so much paper and delivered enough brown
Now my whip like a FedEx truck, mmm
My dawg crushin' Xanax pills in a 7-Up
He fell in love with some hood rat pu**y and she set him up (Felt bad for him)
They don't value respect no more (Nah), only fans
That's crazy, I know a mail lady with an OnlyFans
I'm on the cam rollin' dutches out turkey bags on the 'Gram
I'm goin' live leakin' sh*t off my album just for the fans, nah
I don't TikTok, so don't ask me to start a dance (You know I don't do that sh*t)
Unless these big rocks doin' a butterfly on my hands
Vintage Gucci collection with butterflies on my pants
I could cook a brick of dope with rope double tied to my hands, yeah
I hit Packman and said, "You nice, yeah, I'll give you that" (I f**k with you)
Plus you gettin' rich, can't believe you ain't f**k Lizzo yet (Not yet)
But y'all gon' bust U-turns when it's your time, depend on that
These rappers shoot vids then they give they jewels and the rental back
Stackin' paper, I been on that
But they broke, hmm, figured that
I push the kinda whips that she gotta f**k if she sit in that, yeah
I was sellin' 'caine on the realest streets
Now I'm a legend, so I'ma sell my 'caine on an NFT, let's go
Please don't ever use that, it's so embarrassing to me
What, the Lunch Crew? Her
The Lunch Crew Company
I— I— I just bought my b*t*h a body (Yeah), her psyche a façade
Flashback to sellin' coke to my granddaddy, I'm in need of a lot (Yeah)
Dope boys and diamonds don't go together, that sh*t be screamin' the law
And Bobo told me, "If you go fed, don't repeat what you saw"
You n***as 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 (Yellow)
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 on [?], 5th grade, is you a thug or not? (Okay)
f**k robbin' and shootin', I'd rather hug the block
Bobo showed me how to maneuver, not even my f**kin' pops
My real dad was like, "f**k my son, I'd rather hug a rock" (Ooh)
No more dissing that n***a, come on, let's switch the subject
'Cause when I spit my truths someway, somehow I p*ss off my mother
I'm raw and uncut, I'd even f**k a distant cousin
Put my d**k between two b*t*hes 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 [?] with the body (The Butcher comin', n***a)
(The Lunch Crew Company)
I'm givin' n***as this work, clip send you n***as to church
I brought it to my own opps, they like, "Send a n***a some merch" (f**k outta here)
They see my whip and start tryna guess what I get for a verse (Huh?)
The IRS wanna break down what each of my syllables worth
n***as ain't catchin' up (Nah)
I collected so much paper and delivered enough brown
Now my whip like a FedEx truck, mmm
My dawg crushin' Xanax pills in a 7-Up
He fell in love with some hood rat pu**y and she set him up (Felt bad for him)
They don't value respect no more (Nah), only fans
That's crazy, I know a mail lady with an OnlyFans
I'm on the cam rollin' dutches out turkey bags on the 'Gram
I'm goin' live leakin' sh*t off my album just for the fans, nah
I don't TikTok, so don't ask me to start a dance (You know I don't do that sh*t)
Unless these big rocks doin' a butterfly on my hands
Vintage Gucci collection with butterflies on my pants
I could cook a brick of dope with rope double tied to my hands, yeah
I hit Packman and said, "You nice, yeah, I'll give you that" (I f**k with you)
Plus you gettin' rich, can't believe you ain't f**k Lizzo yet (Not yet)
But y'all gon' bust U-turns when it's your time, depend on that
These rappers shoot vids then they give they jewels and the rental back
Stackin' paper, I been on that
But they broke, hmm, figured that
I push the kinda whips that she gotta f**k if she sit in that, yeah
I was sellin' 'caine on the realest streets
Now I'm a legend, so I'ma sell my 'caine on an NFT, let's go
