Coke in the Sprinter

Lyrics

[Intro] (J, this shit too crazy) The Lunch Crew Company, I'm 'part of that (J done cooked the sauce) The Lunch Crew Company [Verse 1: BFB Da Packman] Yeah, me and Dice back around for the second time I had a slappin' phone before a nigga ever wrote a line I was a mailman shippin' pounds to different states But to keep from gettin' caught we had to ship the 'bows in fives Nike Tech suit equipped with the Heckler .9 I raised all of my kids, bitch, ain't nan' nigga step in mine Pulled my gun on paparazzi, had to get the press in line Ain't none of my opps breathin', "Boom baow," bitch, I step on mine [Verse 2: Dice SoHo] Outside, never seen an opp, no, no sir Shawty got all that cake with the syrup I'm just tryna grip on your waist, feel them curves, yeah (Yeah, yeah) I'm just tryna take you on a date, on a splurgin' (Ooh) I was dish washin', now your bitch watchin', huh (Huh?) My bitch lips poppin', now her friends jockin', huh They been hatin' since I was 8, yeah, we've been poppin' He turned his back, we gon' wait and let that fan knock 'em [Verse 3: BFB Da Packman] Niggas switchin' sides, rain on 'em, enchiladas That syrup got me evil, drink it straight, don't even need a pop Project baby, shootin' dice outside, I don't need no socks We do our own work, get 'em snatched, we don't believe in cops I'm out New York for the winter, free Bobby Shmurda My custo give that dope a beatin', I call 'em Ike Turner Tell PJ put his jewelry up, the ho's eyes keep hurtin' Take you to Katana, but if you basic, bitch, I'm buyin' burgers [Verse 4: Dice SoHo] (Goddamn) Basic bitch get a water cup Make her get down on her knees and eat all the nut Nah I'm playin', I get a shake and some French fries Call a pussy cat pussy fat, kill it nine times Que lo que, ma, see you with them thick thighs She love when I talk Spanish while I'm in her rib sides Remember stealin' [?] 'til my dawgs switch sides My brother said he finna grab his flathead and grip lives Chillin' all summer, coolin' all winter Just came back from Mexico with coke in the Sprinter Icey Life worldwide and Lunch Crew Do your bitch like a Lunchable She gon' give me that tongue too just 'cause I'm punctual I ain't get it out the mud with you, I can't fuck with you You don't fuck with me and my crew, that's cool 'cause we don't fuck with you I've been gettin' high in Columbia for about a month or two [?] is up and now we're comfortable Uh, Packman this a slap, man Diamonds tap dance, stripper give me a lap dance How you fit in them damn pants? I'm five deep, so bring at least like ten friends SoHo, yes ma'am