[Intro]

Yello

(The Lunch Crew Company)

Yeah

(I'm so proud of you, Caasi)

[Verse]

I'm so chicken tender dipped in ranch 'bout my lil' shit (Woo)

Heart of a lion, but she standing 5'6'' (Yeah)

I'm a former trap nigga, so she bought me five bricks

Lil' baby can't drive, but know how to ride dick (Know how to ride dick)

I take care of my kids, my mama told me I'm the worst daddy

My nigga's sister tried to fuck me, had to curve Ashley

I don't sell drugs, I pop these, I don't serve Addies

Son asked me, "What's that in the jar?" Said, "I'm bird-bathing" (Yello)

Nigga, blue cheese and pushups got my hands ashy (Yello)

I'ma die sipping syrup like my granddaddy (Yеllo)

Did so many turnarounds, bitch, my pants backwards (Yoom)

Touched soo much China white, call me Dan-san

I'ma run that monеy up 'til the sun done

Chopper bullets make a nigga dance, this that fun drum (Boom)

If she'll text another nigga, she'll fuck one (She'll fuck one)

Twenty thousand turn a nigga into shark bait

Just lost my best eater, leave me 'lone, I'm in a dark space

Creed on my bitches, we ain't fucking with the Marc Jake (The Marc Jake)

Bitch, you bad, but you ain't better than a parlay (No)

Bitch, you bad, but you not better than a lambchop (No)

Bitch, you bad, but I can't cuff 'cause my mans popped

Talking like you tough, fucked around and got your mans dropped

Neck black as hell, splay the jeweler, make it dance now

Ooh, bitch, bling, bling

Bae, is you a squirt god or you a cream queen?

Rob a nigga blind if he try to sell me green lean (Boom)

Wock' purple, Trish purple, or that Quagen shit

Pay **** for a hit, doggy hate to miss

Anti-bad chocolate bitch, baby hate to mix

Salt and pepper only, no sugar, bitch, I hate your grits

I'm focused, standing ten toes, you can't stop this

Squad full of stand-up niggas, bitch, we got kids

D-Lee said, "I ain't shoot that nigga, Pack, the Glock did"

Maybach in cherry look like Sexyy Red coochie

Passed more drugs than a U of M med student

Lied when you could've kept it real, now you dead to me

Never turn my back on codeine, I made a pledge to it

The best after Eminem, bitch, this part two

Hit him with a switch, now he gotta eat the jar food (Yoom)

Take this donut chain, that's not a smart move

You don't die and come back, that's the cartoon

You gon' die and stay dead and leave your mama sad

Don't blame me for this run, blame Sada ass

If you a man and tryna vent, you gotta bottle that

Might tell a joke, but never lies, baby, gotta blast

Ugly, fat, Black nigga with a lot of cash

All this dog shit on me, now I got a rash

Yello, look, first off, don't choke, DB.Boutabag

Broke up with your baby mama and it's kind of sad

Left your kids behind, she met me, now they got a dad

Oh my God, turned into a toaster strudel, went and got a rag

[Outro]

Yo, I'm dead, man, let me hear that shit

Lunch Crew, yello