[Intro]
The Lunch Crew Company, I'm part of that
Please, please don't ever use that, it's so embarrassing for me (Hahaha)
The Lunch Crew Company
(Sdot on the track)
[Chorus]
B-b*tch, I'm goin' federal
You got caught with a brick and now you out, b*tch I'm scared of you
What's that ticking sound? Oh, that Rollie ain't perpetual
I-If money on the floor, then take them thotties out my schedule
B-b*tch, I'm goin' federal
You got caught with a brick and now you out, b*tch I'm scared of you
What's that ticking sound? O-oh, that Rollie ain't perpetual
If money on the floor, then take them thotties out my schedule
[Verse 1]
Found out my b*tch chеated, I guess I'm hardly special
N-ni**as say thеy droppin' sh*t, but they hardly steppin'
Put twenty racks on this biscuit 'cause he sent my dawg to heaven
Left limp broke, I came back with bags, ni**a, Ari Fletcher
If you get caught with some dope, don't say my name
We with some ghetto b*tches, they want hookah and some limeade
W-went from EBT to EDD, you know that crime pay
I came up, show my ni**as how to eat, LeBron James
I remember back when I ain't have a pot to piss in
ni**as was eatin' Ruth's Chris, I had Popeye's Chicken
I-in church talkin' to God, he asked me why I got my blickie
Young fat ni**a got rich and went and bought a Honda Civic
Are you with the Lunch Crew Company? I employ ni**as
Was in her friend-zone, took it out, I stuck my boy in her
I-I get money, then I duck off at the crib, I'm a bored ni**a
Faithful b*tches don't reply to DMs, they ignore ni**as
[Chorus]
B-b*tch, I'm goin' federal
You got caught with a brick and now you out, b*tch I'm scared of you
What's that ticking sound? Oh, that Rollie ain't perpetual
I-If money on the floor, then take them thotties out my schedule
B-b*tch, I'm goin' federal
You got caught with a brick and now you out, b*tch I'm scared of you
What's that ticking sound? O-oh, that Rollie ain't perpetual
If money on the floor, then take them thotties out my schedule
[Verse 2]
Yeah, melanin on yacht masters, fu*k her raw, don't got plastic
Side hoes say marriages, thot b*tches do matter
"Honey Pack" to "Free Joe", b*tch I got thot classics
I don't know sh*t about your stimmy, broke b*tch, stop askin'
Galleria with my favorite thottie, but we ain't holdin' hands
Yo' man snitchin', brought him back around and he told again
Dog-doggy bone, ran off with a sack, I gotta smoke my friends
Family full of hoes, even my granny got an OnlyFans
I-I hit for some [?] bundles, you gotta pay the fu*ker
I bust when she twenty su*ks in, she a baby hunter
You want an ounce? Twenty of us cut, that's a baby onion
You got shot now you wanna go to church, what you mixed or somethin'?
[Chorus]
B-b*tch, I'm goin' federal
You got caught with a brick and now you out, b*tch I'm scared of you
What's that ticking sound? Oh, that Rollie ain't perpetual
I-If money on the floor, then take them thotties out my schedule
B-b*tch, I'm goin' federal
You got caught with a brick and now you out, b*tch I'm scared of you
What's that ticking sound? O-oh, that Rollie ain't perpetual
If money on the floor, then take them thotties out my schedule