(The Lunch Crew Company, I´m part of it)
Yeah
You should be proud of me
(The Lunch Crew Company)

Ayy, my mans just caught a body, he on the news with it
In interrogation lookin´ fabulous, don´t got a clue with him
Gucci ??? pants fresh as hell with the shoes with ´em
If I love a bitch, I love a bitch to death, don´t care who hit it
I´m fresh out of my deal, shoot a proposal, bitch, it´s reopened
Or it´s back to sellin´ pints for the high, I´m a street token
Take my shirt off just to fuck her, let me swim like the beach open
I just nutted, now I got the gummy worm, but I´ma keep strokin´
She suckin´ dick all night, I´m the reason that her knees swollen

I´m so disgusting, look
I ditched on Cotton, I was in my feelings, it all got misspoken
Now we ducked off in Houston with two bad bitches eatin´ lotus
Skrrt, pssh, shh, pop, let me switch lanes
Street nigga, I got habits of puttin´ shit in my bitch name
Flip-flops, Glock in my swimming trunks, ridin´ down Biscayne
??? civil like them skinny niggas, but I´m her big bae
Indie nigga, but I´m on these majors´ ass like a shit stain
Now, just imagine if I was signed to a major label, y´all really couldn´t keep up
A pint of Wock´ for a thousand-flat, boy, that shit fake

You would never catch me smokin´ on no hookah, boy, that shit gay
Four of Quagen, pour it up in my Fanta case I catch a cold
Baby mama caught me cheatin´, put me out but won´t get my clothes
In Magic City eatin´ lamb chops, me and Sticks Malone
I like bad bitches who pretty and be sniffin´ coke
My dog was my dog, but he turned to a mouse
Salo crib so damn big, he got drones in the house
Make ´em sign an NDA, don´t bring no phones in my house
And when I fuck you from the front, bitch, moan in my mouth
Keyshia Ka´Oir when you see me ´cause it´s Gucci in the front

If she my ho, I upgrade her, put some Pucci on my slut
Hit her right after the club, it smell like coochie in the truck
I like bein´ the little spoon, bitch, put that coochie on my butt
Started with a digi´ scale and three-for-tens, you should be proud of me
Remember back when fiends was the only hoes that smiled for me
Niggas have ten or twenty pounds and still won´t spot a G
Eat the bacon and the bread and left the nigga with a put of grease
Niggas was cold-hearted
Real Flint nigga, not from Detroit, bitch, I don´t know Martin
Quagen got me with a gut, when I don´t got it, I got postpartum

Cheated on my bitch while she was pregnant, now she chrome-hearted
Summer Walker came out with the new album, got this ho started
Damn, it´s ´bout to be a long night
My daddy in rehab, he said pray for him, ´cause the dope callin´