Tim Tebow

Lyrics

[Intro: ] (The Lunch Crew Company, I'm part of that) (Please don't ever use that) (What up, Stuntman?) (The Lunch Crew Company) (Stuntman) Ayy (BeatGang) [Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd] I'm plugged everywhere like an ethernet My white boy throwin' bullets, he takin' Tim Tebow steps I told the bitch I don't need no sex, I just need more neck Yeah, you think you can't impress somebody, you gon' leave more stressed Ridin' with them guns like a stuntman This beat goin' hard, shoutout Stuntman You took them bullets for your homie like a stuntman Ran up on me, I punched him, he was too hype, that was a dumb fan Shh, bitch, alright Turned to R. Kelly, got the— man Turned on R. Kelly, got the internet and she got the pee face One-stop shop, you can get a brick or get some C-rate I'm standin' on business, got the Glock inside a briefcase If dog don't like to take his shoes off, we know his feet stank I bought a bitch a five-dollar meal 'cause I'm a cheapskate I get on the mic in the club and I tell my opps leave safe [Verse 2: BFB Da Packman] Big Glock got me walkin' with a knee brace Tell a bitch right in front of her kids I need a BJ Paid for that coochie, shit was wack, I need a rebate Dog shit in my pocket got my knee stank Krispy Lunch Crew Company, bitch, we locked in I can tell the drank fake 'cause the Wock' thin Nigga wanna kill me over some pussy that is not his Call me bae, not daddy, bitch, I got kids I'm uncomfortable, love, I ain't no pedophile Ridin' with a 4 and a baby tryna sell a child Dirty donuts in the Russian Creme, I ain't sell the loud Cheatin' on my bitch with her friend, she got a better mouth Top one shit talker, niggas scared of me Cash App or five hundred, that's just hair money Joggin' in a mink, niggas think they seen a bear runnin' I ain't talkin' 'bout food when I sell onions Stand on so much business, I caught Arthritis Get irritated 'bout my bitch when she talk them diet Green said she found a pint of Act', she tryna cause a riot Bitch, your kids in the next room, you gotta suck it quiet Niggas be tryna count me out, but I'm clockin' T I'ma die Krispy like it threw me in a pot of grease Smile in my face but hate my guts, don't lie to me I'm puttin' belt to ass when I want, just watch and see [Outro] Ha, on God, nigga Big Lunch Crew, man, Krispy Lunch Crew, man I'm sayin' Time and time and time again we got, keep showin' y'all niggas this You know, we can't be fucked with It's with an L, dumbass Yello (The Lunch Crew Company)