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Ha ha ha
The Lunch Crew Company
I'm trapping it for certain
Dirty donuts not no sherbert
If my momma smoke crack, it's no shame b*t*h imma' serve her
M-mistaked discharge for her creamer why' I only f**k with squirters
Pete pulled with four in a baby, I'm bout to take this b*t*h and burp it
Quagen my confession, pu**y good let me test it
In the bay with gas bags in the trunk of a tesla
I-If I get pulled over "thuh thuh" b*t*h I'm special
Ice bowls don't got a flow I'm serving n***as VVS's
I retired talking drugs n***as out here selling cap
If the dope ain't swimming n***a I'll a buy it back
F**kin' with the Fetty Wap and fake booze come buy a batch
Instead of buying worthless jewlery, went and bought my b*t*h a a**
Bobo raised me to be solid, bad business is a hazard
Got rich and got fatter so I'm f**king with the salad
I sip so much quagen that it's f**king with my blatter
But I sell so many bowls that the sh*t don't even matter
Gizzle said I need a verse no funny bars you better tweak
Talking bout them old days trapping down on Sterling street
That n***a ain't from Flint, Michigan he ain't never heard of me
Fat funny n***a but I touched more dope than Pusha T
I can't beg no rap n***a just to do a song with me
I bossed up with no big homie, you ain't gotta f**k with me
I really f**k with Glockboy, grew up with Sto, got love for Lik
I bump all them n***as sh*t, they bet not put me in they beef
B*t*h quit asking me why I ain't did a song with Rio or YN
Just know from Alaska to Tampa, Florida b*t*h I'm tied in
My mans didn't pay his tab before his sentence he rather die then
Told Rio stab his a** soon as that motherf**ker ride in
They asking for a front but don't even got no clientele
Showing my a** on this song I need to buy a belt
This song all cap don't believe me with my lying self
They indict you off of lyrics sh*t sad free YSL

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