[Intro]
(¿Estás con la compañía de lunche?)
(JT on the track again)
Yeah
Yeah
Uh
Ayy

[Verse 1]
Bitch, I swear to God a million dollars look as lovely as Rihanna
Ain't no Love & Hip Hop, you not Tammy, I'm not Waka
We ain't lettin' shit slide, spot him, baka, then he droppin'
And of course I'm fuckin' raw, so why you ask me for a condom?
Ain't no n***a with me starving, if I got it, then he got it
Put my bread up, split the profit, bitch, you knowin' that I'm solid
Street credit on a thousand from the top to the bottom
All my side bitches jealous 'cause I won't leave my baby mama
I talked to Drake on the phone, he couldn't sign me
Said I'm too damn fat and I'm too damn childish
So from that day on, every track, I'ma slaughter
And I swear it hurt my pride 'cause that's one of my favorite artists, uh

[Chorus]
I swear to God I put nobody else above you
Fuck all your friends behind your back, I'm off them drugs, boo
Tell you that I'll see you in the morning how I thug you
And I ignored that fish smell because I love you
[Verse 2]
If that boy really a threat, then we gonna hit him now
Ain't talkin' 'bout no fuckin' conversation when I sit him down
Cut my mans off, he pull out money when them bitches 'round
This not Friday, I'm not Craig, I'm not gon' put my blicky down
I'm a man without it
Roseline n***a, mama had us out in public housing
Don't call my phone about no beef, bitch, this ain't McDonald's
My mama still live out in 'partments, I got bigger problems

[Chorus]
I swear to God I put nobody else above you
Fuck all your friends behind your back, I'm off them drugs, boo
Tell you that I'll see you in the morning how I thug you
And I ignored that fish smell because I love you

[Verse 3]
I'm the new Big Poppa, don't need Diddy to vouch
Bobo taught me one thing, don't buy shit in a drought
Fuck a n***a baby mama, leave my kids on her couch
Before I fuck Blac Chyna, stick my dick in a couch
Kidnapped your favorite bitch and threw her baby off the ledge
You won't hear the last n***a that tried to play me, 'cause he dead
And all my fans pray for me, I'm kinda crazy in the head
And I done fucked a couple bitches with they baby in the bed
My brother terrorize the whole city, that's my brother, though
Don't give a fuck who he rob, we slidin', that's on another note
Pay for a rental? Boy, you crazy, I be punchin' those
I always get my heart broke in the end 'cause I be cuffing hoes
Bitch, I been pressure, Draco with me big steppin'
Don't fuck on none of my exes 'cause them bitches big extra
Feds think I'm moving weight, fuck no, I bench press it
Nola bitch say I'm retarded, naw, bae, I been special
If they print it, I'ma get it, work a job or whip a chicken
Feds hit mama house, but I was gone, this ain't no fiction
Prayed and hit my knees, inshallah that they don't come and get me
Going out like Candace Starks, you rap bitches is Rotimi
On God, let's have some fuckin' fun
My mama found my gun in high school, I bought another one
My daddy mad I said he smoke crack in one of my songs
Man, I don't give a fuck, you let another n***a raise your son
Bentley Bentayga, Lunch Crew got big paper
Fuck a bitch in the booty while I'm bumpin' Vince Staples
N***as snitching like it's cool, n***as know that shit flagrant
Dog stabbed me in my back, shit, them n***as been hatin'
I ain't lyin', shh, man, please
Get up out my life if you can't hold me down like Yandy
Love & Hip Hop, this shit flop, don't have no plan Z's
I had all my kids, bitch, I don't do no plan B's
[Outro]
Fuck you mean?
All I got is rap, I don't got no plan B's
Huh, bitch, I don't do no plan B's
Fuck you mean? Lunch Crew, n***a
One deep, n***a
Do no plan B's
Take care of my kids, n***a
Huh, rap my only job, don't do no plan B's
Lunch Crew shit, bitch
Hey, Ran, let me hear that shit