Cant Blame Ye

Fat boy back, I know you bitches can't believe it

Thought Packman fell off 'cause my page got deleted

I grew up drinkin' dirty water, I'm undefeated

'Bout to fuck this year up, I know you bitches hate to see it

My Asian plug growin' 'za, I'm in love with Mei Mei

Ain't ready to die 'bout this shit, then why you hollerin', "Gang, gang?"

I be in my feelings too, I can't even blame Ye

My bitch left me, on God, I'ma act the same way, yeah

Lunch Crew exotic, pushin' P's of dirty donuts (Uh)

Cheatin' is for kids, my bitch wish a ****'d grow up

Call an opp **** ho up, made her suck me till she throw up

This shit three hundred a line, bitch, quit askin' me to pour up

Lil' baby got that water, uh, yeah, that cooch-cooch

I get crunk up in that thing, bitch, I feel like Duke Deuce

Gucci boots up in the winter, and it hold a two-two

She said her ex-**** a dog, me too, roof-roof

Every bitch I ever had, I sauce 'em up, my lil' fajitas

Was a lion-hearted ****, my bitch turned me to a cheetah

Bitch askin' for some head, I told her, "Uh-uh," like I'm BIA

My career almost over, tell Drake I need that feature

****, sit down, make a plan, and hit a lick to get some cheese

Get caught, then get to snitchin', bitch, you 'posed to kept it G

Why you callin' home complainin' 'cause your BM slept with me?

I feel like Gunna, when my bitch squirt, let me drink it, that ain't pee

Got a bunch of side bitches and I love all of 'em

They ignored me when I was broke, so I dog all of 'em

Clip hangin' out the bottom, Shaquille O'Neal in small covers

Rocky got Rihanna pregnant, that's a win for all of us

Yeah, **** got madder, pockets got fatter

Ignore a bitch in the club, we havin' nasty sex after (Nasty)

Baby got that demon head, but I think the bitch Catholic

Me and Nelly in the same boat, average-sized dicks matter (Y'ello)

I drink Quagen with any pop, man, I hate the liquor (Woah)

I date hoes that swallow kids, I won't date a spitter

Suck it slow, don't be a speed licker, I'm a patient ****

Somebody tell Flo Milli I wanna have a baby with her

I would've killed Finch, they would've knew not to play with Stifler

Shit started changin' in my life when my pape' got bigger

Instead of blamin' me for cheatin', she just blame the women

Callin' every bitch that I fuck like, "Why you wreck that ****?"

Speedin' in the Scat' got me with a hundred fines

Half a rack for the scent, baby, this that No. 9

When I say she got cake, not Duncan Hines

We supposed to fight our demons, but I keep on fuckin' mine

(The Lunch Crew Company)