Houston or Michigan?
Michigan
From Michigan
What, what's the company?
The Lunch Crew Company, I'm part of that
Please don't ever use that, it's like embarrassing to me
What, the Lunch Crew? Her
The Lunch Crew Company (yeah Baby, you did this one)
Yeah (yeah Baby, you did this one)
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay
She want Ocean Prime, but she gettin' Chick-Fil-A
If I can't hit it right, then get the f**k up out my face
Damn, I want her bad, but she tellin' me she gay
Oh, what am I gon' do in this space?
Suck on her t**s or just stuff a hundred blues in the safe
I'm getting litty in this bitty, got my goons in the place
And I don't care if they little, put them b**s in my face (Yeah)
Excuse me, can you pass me my glasses? Let me see somethin'
I'm up an M and my brother just beat one
She tired of suckin' d**k, let's take a break 'cause he knees numb
I don't trust no b**h who get pregnant off of pre-cum
Bitches see me out like, "ooh, Packman, girl I follow him"
Seen a Ferrari on Insta, hell yeah I wanna ride with him
Fly her in then f**k her, then it's back to Metropolitan
Hand her Plan Bs, pull my gun out, "b**h, swallow 'em"
I like all women, ice cream, Neapolitan
Higherveli brand, man, I had to fly her Solomon
He was hatin' on the low, I don't like the way he politic
I was tryna stick my pp in c**e, but he was blockin' it
Former trap n**a, I got dope from my cuticles
I like ghetto h**s, when they talk they use whoopty-woo
F**k every artist that ain't signed to Sounds Music Group
Look her in her eyes, stick my tongue in her juicy fruit
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay
She want Ocean Prime, but she gettin' Chick-Fil-A
If I can't hit it right, then get the f**k up out my face
Damn, I want her bad, but she tellin' me she gay
Oh, what am I gon' do in this space?
Suck on her t**s and just stuff a hundred blues in the safe
I'm getting litty in this bitty, got my goons in the place
And I don't care if they little, put them b**s in my face (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Yeah, bitches wanna be like me, okay
B**h, I take trips in and out the bank all day
Couple bad bitches with me and they go both ways
You might wanna hide your n**a, I might put it in his face
B**h, I'm number one (One), yeah, your b**h is top three (Top three), yeah
B**h, I'm runnin' shit (Let's go), yeah, they is not me (No, no), yeah
Brand new foreigns, yeah, this a twenty-three (Let's go)
It's a four door, yeah, riding down the street
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay (Let's go)
She want Ocean Prime, but she gettin' Chick-Fil-A (Ugh)
If I can't hit it right, then get the f**k up out my face (Let's go)
Damn, I want her bad, but she tellin' me she gay
Oh, what am I gon' do in this space?
Suck on her t**s and just stuff a hundred blues in the safe (Woo)
I'm getting litty in this bitty, got my goons in the place
And I don't care if they little, put them b**s in my face (Let's go, yeah)
Yeah, Packman, uh
Yeah, uh, uh
Yeah, Coi Leray, uh, yeah, uh
Let's go
