letra de no carbs - bfb da packman
[intro]
(the lunch crew company, i’m part of that)
yeah
yeah
y’ello (caasi, what it do?)
y’ello, look (skrrt)
[verse]
my b-tch look like blakeiana
i’m not into sellin’ dreams, i got pape’ for that v-g-n-
with a south dallas b-tch at carbone eatin’ baked lasagna
in the studio with ye, we hit our knees and prayed to donda (no)
that n-gga god was jealous
lebron from the o and i’m from flint, i can’t ride with stephen (woo)
drink water only, make exceptions for a wocky beverage
glock with a switch, when i shoot, it sound like 9/11 (yoom)
only rap n-gga i relate to is benny the butcher
need my sh-t straight out the brick, n-gga tried to serve me cook-up
b-tch said i’m losin’ weight, no carbs and hittin’ push-ups
man, this b-tch so bad, had to give her ass a whooping
been puttin’ belt to ass, need to get that boy a cushion
i respect keyshia ka’oir for that sh-t she did for gucci
need a b-tch to turn five million to twenty when i look up
but they just wanna spend it, stress me out, and give me p-ssy (no)
flint n-gga in this b-tch, i’m with the new dallas
i’m h-rny right now, but i’m rappin’, hit my boo after (come on)
hundred-dollar zips, swear to god i hate these new trappers
a fly got in my food at chick-fil-a, i need a new salad (new salad, b-tch)
proved myself five years straight and they still doubt me
doctor told me stop sippin’ syrup and i’m still downin’
told my b-tch no chanel this month and she still poutin’
love missbnasty, wish that she could suck a kid out me (woo)
i don’t wanna hear you talk tough, b-tch, where them numbers at? (numbers at)
i need the commas with the numbers that’s in front of that
in the kitchen whippin’ white girl, she my punchin’ bag (punchin’ bag)
and if this b-tch don’t jump back, then i’ma dump her ass (b-tch)
huh-huh, mr. only serve a1
i ain’t tryna kick it with you n-ggas like a fake punt
all these n-ggas say they got ‘za made me hate runtz (yoom)
b-tch, my pockets big as h-ll, look like dave blunts (yoom)
b-tch, my pockets big as h-ll, look like bfb (woo)
b-tch, my pockets big as h-ll, like bigxthaplug
certified eater, when i see her, give her neck a hug
n-ggas stingy to they own mama, but’ll help a sl-t (yuck)
[outro]
(woo)
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