[Intro : LEKL]
Oh Oh Ayy Ayy
Let 'em know Lay

[Verse 1 : LEKL]
(Look Look)
Touch down in DFW, and I just linked with BFB
And I'm independent, I ain't worried 'bout the Industry
She feelin' me, if I pop a bean then I'm feelin' geeked
If I pop a perc then I'm finna sleep
I remember days when I felt this shit was out of reach
I ain't on yet but I'm bout to be, I'm takin' over shit call me LEK Monopoly
I need a bunch of properties, I did it on my own, I'm givin' props to me

[Verse 2: BFB Da Packman]
I remember days was fucked up and I was out of place
Pop a fake Perc 30 and shoot Outer Space
I'd rob my own brother just to keep my momma straight
Chick-Fil-A salads when it's lunch, cuz I'm out of shape
B-B*tch added "Too Real" but hеr body fake
Don't walk up on this car, unless a n***a wanna die today
Yo mans got jammеd with the bricks, already out the J
Don't bring him 'round here, he tryna jump on somebody case
40K on yo neck, I gave that to my baby mama
I only trust hoes who let me fuck without a condom
He caught me in his bitch DM's, told her ass she "Better block me!"
Caught her slippin' one night, she ate me up like Jeffrey Dahmer
(Ahh, oh man) No pun intended, I'll fight, shoot, stab and I'll punch a n***a
In a mask, Jit makin' some loud, I got that thumper with me
B-Bitch talkin' she want a sugar daddy, I got my Uncle with me
Verse 3 [LEKL and BFB Da Packman]
Yeah, plug her in with my Uncle Charlie
Got a lil' bitch, tryna ride me like a Harley
Baddie lil' bitch online, she think she iCarly
N***a think it's sweet, I might hit his ass with a Smartie
Got a white bitch, saved her name under "Dolly Parton"
Want me spend some bands on her, I'mma send her ass to Target
My price is my price, I ain't tryna bargain
Yeah, them n***as got dogs, but they ain't tryna walk 'em
Stack fill up with that DAWG, get that bitch barked
And this bitch better match, cuz I'm not sparked
Bro tryna send 'em him to the sky, we are not sparring
(MMM)
I'm stanky rich, before I break my momma heart, I'll break a brick
Wok Heart with a Pop Tart, I don't drank no Trish
She always make me nut quick on God, man I hate this bitch
Buyin' bitches wigs, it's a spending habit
I be buyin' Real Estate, I ain't into fashion
Cut yo bitch off, just to share and let my n***a smash her
My daddy wasn't there since birth, so I been a bastard
Baking soda, Pyrex and forks in my kitchen cabinet
I was sellin' dope in Middle School, so I been a savage
Rich as fuck, Love, why the fuck is you stealin' lashes
I spit on tracks and n***as faces and bitches asses

Outro:
(The Lunch Crew Company)