Tim Tebow (feat. Bfb Da Packman)

(The Lunch Crew Company, I'm part of that)

(Please don't ever use that)

(What up, Stuntman?)

(The Lunch Crew Company)

(Stuntman)

Ayy (BeatGang)

I'm plugged everywhere like an ethernet

My white boy throwin' bullets, he takin' Tim Tebow steps

I told the bitch I don't need no sex, I just need more neck

Yeah, you think you can't impress somebody, you gon' leave more stressed

Ridin' with them guns like a stuntman

This beat goin' hard, shoutout Stuntman

You took them bullets for your homie like a stuntman

Ran up on me, I punched him, he was too hype, that was a dumb fan

Shh, bitch, alright

Turned to R. Kelly, got the— man

Turned on R. Kelly, got the internet and she got the pee face

One-stop shop, you can get a brick or get some C-rate

I'm standin' on business, got the Glock inside a briefcase

If dog don't like to take his shoes off, we know his feet stank

I bought a bitch a five-dollar meal 'cause I'm a cheapskate

I get on the mic in the club and I tell my opps leave safe

Big Glock got me walkin' with a knee brace

Tell a bitch right in front of her kids I need a BJ

Paid for that coochie, shit was wack, I need a rebate

Dog shit in my pocket got my knee stank

Krispy Lunch Crew Company, bitch, we locked in

I can tell the drank fake 'cause the Wock' thin

**** wanna kill me over some pussy that is not his

Call me bae, not daddy, bitch, I got kids

I'm uncomfortable, love, I ain't no pedophile

Ridin' with a 4 and a baby tryna sell a child

Dirty donuts in the Russian Creme, I ain't sell the loud

Cheatin' on my bitch with her friend, she got a better mouth

Top one shit talker, **** scared of me

Cash App or five hundred, that's just hair money

Joggin' in a mink, **** think they seen a bear runnin'

I ain't talkin' 'bout food when I sell onions

Stand on so much business, I caught Arthritis

Get irritated 'bout my bitch when she talk them diet

Green said she found a pint of Act', she tryna cause a riot

Bitch, your kids in the next room, you gotta suck it quiet

**** be tryna count me out, but I'm clockin' T

I'ma die Krispy like it threw me in a pot of grease

Smile in my face but hate my guts, don't lie to me

I'm puttin' belt to ass when I want, just watch and see

Ha, on God, ****

Big Lunch Crew, man, Krispy Lunch Crew, man

I'm sayin'

Time and time and time again we got, keep showin' y'all **** this

You know, we can't be fucked with

It's with an L, dumbass

Yello

(The Lunch Crew Company)