[Intro]
The Lunch Crew Company, I'm part of that
Please don't ever use that, because that's embarrassing for me
The Lunch Crew Company
(J, this sh*t too crazy)
Y'ello
[Chorus]
ni**a ran off on the plug, is you stupid? (Uh)
b*tch, this a milkshake, not a smoothie (Hello)
Hit a ni**a block with that chop, how you doin'? (Y'ello)
b*tch, we got your location, where you movin'? (Home)
If she ain't fu*kin', put her on the block list (Uh)
You don't fu*k on first night, girl, stop it (Uh)
I don't like good b*tches, they just not it (Oh no)
I only fu*k with who*es, I'm toxic (Y'ello)
[Verse 1]
Wait a second, damn, Daniel, where'd you find this?
A stand-up guy, I don't throw rocks and hide fists
She wanna lick my ass, I don't mind it
You need antibiotics, Dove soap can't hide fish
I hit the b*tch with twenty dollars, she can't squirt or cream
She unappreciative 'bout the twenty, that's a smoker's dream
I only fu*k with hoes, if you ain't that, you just another fling
Is you dumb? I'm never pickin' Kash Doll over Percules
If I sign a record deal, it's gon' be OVO
I'm eatin' Ruth Chris, four years ago, it was four for fours
I made my name in Houston, no cap, I feel like Tony Snow
Turned down ten labels, I own my sh*t, I'm the fu*kin' G.O.A.T.
Baah, oh, that's a sheep
Honey pack dick, wake her up and put her back to sleep
I wanna lose weight, but my brain keep tellin' me to eat
I make my b*tch and kids leave the house so I can beat my meat (Y'ello)
[Chorus]
ni**a ran off on the plug, is you stupid? (Uh)
b*tch, this a milkshake, not a smoothie (Hello)
Hit a ni**a block with that chop, how you doin'? (Y'ello)
b*tch, we got your location, where you movin'? (Home)
If she ain't fu*kin', put her on the block list (Uh)
You don't fu*k on first night, girl, stop it (Uh)
I don't like good b*tches, they just not it (Oh no)
I only fu*k with who*es, I'm toxic (Y'ello)
[Verse 2]
Let me tell you 'bout this one lil' freak a ni**a had
Bagged her at the club, now we skatin' in a Jag'
Now we at the pad, I'm 'bout to beat her from the back
I must've glanced down at her crack, she had sh*t up in her ass
Can't cap, man, I flipped the fu*k out, b*tch, get off my bed
You live a trife life, on God, don't even want the head
She actin' fake drunk, oh word? That's how you gon' play it?
You ain't baby wipin' sh*t, call your Uber, I'ma call the feds
Just in case they try to kill me, baby, C-O-D
Honey pack stopped workin', now I'm back to poppin' E's on E's
I'm Andre Romelle Young, these other ni**as D-O-C
If Jada cheat on Will, dawg, I know my b*tch'll cheat on me
Houston love me as they own, but I'ma die a Piston
My mama said, "fu*k rap, son, go be a dietician"
Future fu*k my b*tch, she gotta die, I ain't Scottie Pippen
Make salat with fifty Muslims, Inshallah, but I'ma die a Christian (Y'ello)
[Chorus]
ni**a ran off on the plug, is you stupid? (Uh)
b*tch, this a milkshake, not a smoothie (Hello)
Hit a ni**a block with that chop, how you doin'? (Y'ello)
b*tch, we got your location, where you movin'? (Home)
If she ain't fu*kin', put her on the block list (Uh)
You don't fu*k on first night, girl, stop it (Uh)
I don't like good b*tches, they just not it (Oh no)
I only fu*k with who*es, I'm toxic (Y'ello)