Honey Pack
The Lunch Crew Company, I'm part of that
Please don't ever use that, it's like embarrassing to me
*Laughter*
The Lunch Crew Company
Chorus:
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
Verse 1:
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, 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 4 for $4
I made my name in Houston, no cap, I feel like Tony Snow
Turned down 10 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
Chorus:
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
Verse 2:
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
im 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 Momma 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
Chorus:
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
Autor(es): Cameron Thomaz, Tyree Thomas
