Honey Pack

The Lunch Crew Company, I'm part of that

Please don't ever use that, because that's embarrassing for me

The Lunch Crew Company

J, this shit too crazy

Y'ello

Chorus

Nigga ran off on the plug, is you stupid Uh

Bitch, this a milkshake, not a smoothie Hello

Hit a nigga block with that chop, how you doin' Y'ello

Bitch, we got your location, where you movin' Home

If she ain't ****in', put her on the block list Uh

You don't **** on first night, girl, stop it Uh

I don't like good bitches, they just not it Oh no

I only **** with whores, I'm toxic Y'ello

Verse 1

Wait a second, damn, Daniel, where'd you find this

A stand-up guy, I don't throw rocks and hide fists

She wanna lick my ass, I don't mind it

You need antibiotics, Dove soap can't hide fish

I hit the bitch with twenty dollars, she can't squirt or cream

She unappreciative 'bout the twenty, that's a smoker's dream

I only **** with hoes, if you ain't that, you just another fling

Is you dumb I'm never pickin' Kash Doll over Percules

If I sign a record deal, it's gon' be OVO

I'm eatin' Ruth 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 ****in' G.O.A.T.

Baah, oh, that's a sheep

Honey pack dick, wake her up and put her back to sleep

I wanna lose weight, but my brain keep tellin' me to eat

I make my bitch and kids leave the house so I can beat my meat Y'ello

Chorus

Nigga ran off on the plug, is you stupid Uh

Bitch, this a milkshake, not a smoothie Hello

Hit a nigga block with that chop, how you doin' Y'ello

Bitch, we got your location, where you movin' Home

If she ain't ****in', put her on the block list Uh

You don't **** on first night, girl, stop it Uh

I don't like good bitches, they just not it Oh no

I only **** with whores, I'm toxic Y'ello

Verse 2

Let me tell you 'bout this one lil' freak a nigga had

Bagged her at the club, now we skatin' in a Jag'

Now we at the pad, I'm 'bout to beat her from the back

I must've glanced down at her crack, she had shit up in her ass

Can't cap, man, I flipped the **** out, bitch, get off my bed

You live a trife life, on God, don't even want the head

She actin' fake drunk, oh word That's how you gon' play it

You ain't baby wipin' shit, call your Uber, I'ma call the feds

Just in case they try to kill me, baby, C-O-D

Honey pack stopped workin', now I'm back to poppin' 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, **** rap, son, go be a dietician

Future **** my bitch, she gotta die, I ain't Scottie Pippen

Make salat with fifty Muslims, Inshallah, but I'ma die a Christian Y'ello

Chorus

Nigga ran off on the plug, is you stupid Uh

Bitch, this a milkshake, not a smoothie Hello

Hit a nigga block with that chop, how you doin' Y'ello

Bitch, we got your location, where you movin' Home

If she ain't ****in', put her on the block list Uh

You don't **** on first night, girl, stop it Uh

I don't like good bitches, they just not it Oh no

I only **** with whores, I'm toxic Y'ello