Honey Pack

The Lunch Crew Company, I'm part of that, haha
Please don't ever use that, it's like embarrassing to me
What? The Lunch Crew? (Sure)
The Lunch Crew Company

J, this shit too crazy
Yello!

Nigga ran off on the plug, is you stupid?
Bitch, this a milkshake, not a smoothie
Hit a nigga block with that chop', how you doing? (Yello!)
Bitch, we got yo' location, where you moving?
If she ain't fucking, put her on the block list
You don't fuck on first night, girl, stop it
I don't like good bitches, they just not it
I only fuck with whores, I'm toxic (yello)

Wait a second, damn Daniel, where'd you find this?
A stand-up guy, I don't throw rocks and hide fist
She wanna lick my ass, hmm, ugh, I don't mind it
You need antibiotics, Dove soap can't hide fish
I hit the bitch with 20 dollars, she can't squirt or cream
She unappreciative about the .20, that's a smoker's dream
I only fuck with hoes, if you ain't that, you just another fling
Is you dumb? I'm never picking Kash Doll over Percules
If I sign a record deal, it's gon' be OVO
I'm eating Ruth's Chris, four years ago it was four for fours
I made my name in Houston, no cap, I feel like Tony Snow
Turned down ten labels, I own my shit, I'm the fucking GOAT

Baaaah, dawg, that's a sheep
Honey pack dick, wake her up and put her back to sleep
I wanna lose weight but my brain keep telling me to eat
I make my bitch and kids leave the house so I can beat my meat (yello)

Nigga ran off on the plug, is you stupid?
Bitch, this a milkshake not a smoothie
Hit a nigga block with that chop', how you doing?
Bitch, we got yo' location, where you moving?
If she ain't fucking, put her on the block list
You don't fuck on first night, girl, stop it
I don't like good bitches, they just not it
I only fuck with whores, I'm toxic

Let me tell you bout this one lil' freak a nigga had
Bagged her at the club, now we skating in the Jag'
Now we at the pad, I'm 'bout to beat her from the back
I must've glanced down in her crack, she had shit up in her ass
Can't cap, man, I flipped the fuck out, bitch, get off my bed
You live a trife life, on god, don't even want the head
She acting fake drunk, oh word? That's how you gon' play it?
You ain't baby-wiping shit, call yo' Uber or I'ma call the feds

Just in case they try to kill me, baby C.O.D.
Honey pack stopped working, now I'm back to popping E's on E's
I'm Andre Romelle Young, these other niggas D.O.C.
If Jada cheat on Will, dawg, I know my bitch'll cheat on me
Houston love me as they own but I'ma die a Piston
My mama said "Fuck rap son, go be a dietician"
Future fuck my bitch, she gotta die, I ain't Scottie Pippen
Make salat with 50 muslims, inshallah, but I'ma die a christian (yello)

Nigga ran off on the plug, is you stupid?
Bitch, this a milkshake not a smoothie
Hit a nigga block with that chop', how you doing? (Yello!)
Bitch, we got yo' location, where you moving?
If she ain't fucking, put her on the block list
You don't fuck on first night, girl, stop it
I don't like good bitches, they just not it
I only fuck with whores, I'm toxic (yello)



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Writer(s): Anthony Thompson, Rushdee Williams, Jalan Dundre Causey, Tyree Jawan Thomas
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