Krispy LunchCrew

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ay B, turn my shit up) (The Lunch Crew Company) (Coronado on the beat) (It's with a K, dumbass) [Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd] Pull strings and get shit done off my face card Drink a lot of lean, so she say my nut taste odd You broke with an attitude and you blame God It's weird every bitch you fuck pull the rape card [Verse 2: BFB Da Packman] That's a god damn shame, you be rapin' bitches Chop came with monkey nuts and a laser with it Never wanted my bitch to sell pussy, she made me pimp her I don't trust my kids, so, my Glock, I be bathin' with it [Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd] Two fat niggas done linked and our pockets heavy Balenciaga, I'll pay y'all to sponsor Webbie Suck my meat real hard, trеat it like it's candy Put pills in her punani if the bitch lеt me I guess I'm just tryna keep it P (Yellow) I don't wanna squash nothin', this an endless beef Remember what you said that got you in this beef? Somebody really gotta die just to end this beef [Verse 4: BFB Da Packman] Two fat niggas, bitch, we tipped the scale My stomach hurt, but I'ma keep sippin', get a ginger ale I sell fentanyl, pints of Wock', and deliver mail She can't fix her attitude for shit, but can fix Rotel I left Flint and I'm still thuggin' Tender-dick nigga, bitch, cheat on him, he wanna kill somethin' Money old as fuck, got grey hair, look like Bill Russell You could be a pig but got some pape', bitch, you still fuckin' [Verse 5: KrispyLife Kidd] Make a lot of money off of this 'cause I'm a shit-talker My uncle still fuckin' with that, he a whip talker Stanley Okoye with this big bitch, this a Mrs. Parker I'm havin' bottle wars in the club, I'm a fifth starter Hold on, fuck that, let me start some violence You's a hooper turned shooter, you should be in college Out in LA, on Rodeo eatin' shrimp and lobster Yeah, you a bad bitch, but you be hittin' powder [Verse 6: BFB Da Packman] My niggas known for spankin' shit, no Pootie Tang I love it when I smell my top lip and get the coochie twang Raven, Chop, Mcree, that's my booky bae Got so much dog shit in my pants, left a dookie stain Nigga talkin' like the plug, he a store runner Cookin' dope while I watch the kids, left the stove runnin' Somebody tell DeAsia and Jaliya that I'm tryna fuck At the same time, I got a thousand for both of 'em [Verse 7: KrispyLife Kidd] Doin' what I can on the fashion tip Almost beat the worker ass 'cause Saks don't be havin' shit I hit a bitch that beat cancer, she had a half a tit She really like me, 'cause most fat niggas don't be havin' dick [Verse 8: BFB Da Packman] Hold on, my boy, speak for yourself Bitch gon' suck whatever dick I got behind this belt Before a nigga think 'bout tryin' Pack, better try some else Fuck around and leave a nigga stinkin' like a sour belch [Verse 9: KrispyLife Kidd] KrispyLife, spell it with a K, not no other letter I told my girl I'll hit her mama if her mother let me When I'm done, I just wanna lay there while she rub my belly I love my cougar, she always sayin', "Juice or Pepsi?" [Verse 10: BFB Da Packman] I love my midget, when she suck it, baby rub my knees Honey Packman, I be laid up with a bunch of B's Pop a Perc' 30, bitch left with a ruptured spleen Yeah, you might be bad, but you not better than a cup of lean [Verse 11: KrispyLife Kidd] R.I.P. to one of the goats, I'ma miss Dolph Stop me from gettin' Cookies, I be pissed off My bitch caught me— alright My bitch caught me cheatin' with her cousin and now she pissed off [Verse 12: BFB Da Packman] R.I.P.N.B.​​ Interrupt me while I'm eatin' my waffles, you gon' D-I-E Expeditiously, no T-I-P You forty years old, why the fuck you tryna be YB? [Verse 13: KrispyLife Kidd] Uh, Major Payne with these baldheads I made the bitch stop and I asked, "That's what you call head?" Bitch pussy big, it's wide-headed, I'ma fall in She put that whippersnapper on me, I had to call in Got my white girl that'll stuff it for me, let me call Jen Shot up a family function, I'm hittin' all kin I'm puttin' them through all type of torture, this Saw X The bitch was surprised, it's her first time she saw ten [Verse 14: BFB Da Packman] Ayy, Kidd, it's time to wrap it up Why y'all don't tell y'all friends they be stankin' when they clap they butt? Knife on the AR just to cut a nigga cabbage up Sometimes I be mad as hell my mama let my daddy fuck On God, he was a deadbeat I'm tryna watch my weight, so I'm cuttin' all the red meat I'm loyal, but I'm greedy, why I bit the hand that fed me Bitch squirt yellow, she keep fuckin' up my bed sheets Nasty bitch, man, that shit triflin' Took a fake Perc', hope I don't die, 'cause this bitch bitin' She said she live alone, on God, I know this bitch lyin' 'Cause when I walked inside her front door, I seen some big Nikes [Outro: BFB Da Packman] Nah, for real Ayy, for real, though, who Nikes is them? They're mine Man, them big-ass shoes, those is not your fuckin' shoes Who big-ass shoes is those, for real? These are mine Come on, man, nah, for real, your baby daddy live here? No So your baby daddy don't live here? No Man, them big-ass shoes, fuck is them, size fifteen? No, man