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

[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 (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)
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 dissing 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 ??? with the body (The Butcher comin´, nigga)
(The Lunch Crew Company)

[Benny the Butcher]
I´m givin´ niggas this work, clip send you niggas to church
I brought it to my own opps, they like, "Send a nigga some merch" (Fuck 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
Niggas 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 pussy 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´ shit 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 shit)

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 fuck with you)
Plus you gettin´ rich, can´t believe you ain´t fuck 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 fuck 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