(The Lunch Crew Company, I´m part of it) Yellow (The Lunch Crew Company)
I´m the best rapper from Michigan after Eminem In New York two deep, I got the do-do-do Coochie pink, skin tone color look like cinnamon I fucked two sisters, they both bad, but they synonyms Huh, R.I.P. David Ruffin Sippin´ Wock´, tryna forget all the pain and sufferin´ Cold heart a nigga, Ford tough, I just blame my mother Pockets fat as hell, but why God had to make me ugly? I fuck all these hoes raw, I be dirty-doggin´ Got the plug, sent her the tooter, that´s them birdies callin´ I don´t wear jewelry, rather trick with a bad bitch But if I did, a nigga couldn´t get shit but this thirty off me
Nigga, you gon´ die today Six pink tens in my body, I´ma fly away PG just dropped twenty cash to fight his case If the pussy good when we fuckin´, I´m bitin´ your face Chanel bags for my baby mama She was down when a nigga ain´t have a dollar City dried up, ain´t no syrup, we need a doctor Sneak fucked up, he popped a nigga and blame the chopper With my vatos talkin´ money and sippin´ horchata Fat, young nigga, got a fetish on datin´ Madonna Tryna get high, pour it up, don´t need no bottle The way she suck dick, I could tell she ain´t have no father Shout-out to single moms Rap ain´t been the same since Thug left, they need to free the slime
Keep both eyes on that money, I´m a peeping Tom I love a bitch that put her hands on me, I need Solange Uh, no disrespect to Jigga But I respect any chick that step to Jigga Humble Pack over, this year, we press the issue How my bitch this bad and I´m this ugly? I´m special, nigga My brother said, "Show your ass on every track now" So I´m rappin´ in the booth with my crack out I don´t do drugs ´cause I seen what it do to people I´m famous and rich, my daddy still ain´t left the crack house These lyrics, it got pain in it Mama said since I got pape´ I´m not the same nigga
I don´t want the pussy if I cannot get the brain with it Before I stick my tongue in her ass, I put my chain in it Now she a gold digger Niggas my age always hated, I hang with old niggas I hate niggas with secrets to get rich and successful But everybody ´round them broke, that just mean they never told niggas That´s a god damn shame, now them some bold niggas Serve everything unc´ cut, I don´t do bold business Pulled up by herself, when she left, she took my soul with her Brodie got rich from shootin´ niggas, he like Cole Bennett