Fix Ah Fien lyrics

[Intro]
(The Lunch Crew Company)
Y'ello
(What's goin' on, Juko?)
Let's get right, Caasi (I'm so proud of you, Caasi)
Look

[Verse]
Fat, ugly n*gga, but my b*tch make up for it
Hoes f*ckin' for the free, you sick if you rapin' for it
f*ckin' on my ex sister, on the low, she hate me for it
My b*tch a bare-face baddie, she don't need no makeup on it
I used to wear hand-me-downs, now it's deadstock
Balenci for my b*tch, but I'm f*ckin' with the bedrock
I'm slidin' on this ho like Big Perm did on on Craig block
Domestic violence pack, I put a brick inside a headlock
Talk to me nice, baby, I'm a gentle man
My Dallas b*tch love my accent, I'm from Michigan
I'm gettin' kinda dizzy while I'm mixin', cut the ceiling fans
Scary Movie, sellin' fentanyl with my little hand
n*gga say Pack fell off, I'm just gettin' started
I'm a tender n*gga, if I was Lance, I would've killed Harper
Sippin' Quagen with my pinky out out in Benton Harbor
Bust a nut on a sl*t tongue and make the b*tch gargle
Ayy, this rich-n*gga Listerine
I wish my pops would stop smokin' crack, I need to fix a fiend
House full of dirty-ass sticks, but the kitchen clean
Got all this dog sh*t in my pants, I need some different jeans
Bobo showed me how to sell dope and I'm happy for it
I used to work a job and get money, now I'm rappin' for it
She just give me coochie just because, didn't have to ask her for it
Your baby daddy didn't come through for the kids, just ask me for it
Mm, this my subtle flow
My brother used to love me when I was broke, I can't tell no more
I used to sell coke to my granddaddy and I feel bad
I looked up to God and told His ass I wouldn't sell no more
I ain't perfect, I'm my mama's son
Blueface a fool, my b*tch missin' a tooth, I would've got her one
n*ggas know if hoes on the floor, I want the darkest one
I felt Bishop 'cause n*ggas don't respect you 'til you got a gun
These Dior joggers
Kill him at the entrance, use his head as a doorstopper
Can't stop a ho from f*ckin', sh*t, stressin' only cause more problems
If drake f*ck my b*tch, I'ma let her, I ain't no whore blocker
On God, I'm tryna get my paper straight
These hoes only want money, not love, it ain't safe to date
Drop a brick in a mixing bowl, watch me bake a cake
I'm so plugged, this sh*t on the floor like a baby plate
Hmm, goo-goo-ga-ga
House filled with n*ggas, drugs, and guns and some wi-fi
On the first link, I'm tryna stick it in her blind spot
Clean-up crew, we pullin' up with street sweepers and five mops
n*gga, I'm everything but savage
If I see my high-school principal, I might bust at him
Kanesha broke my heart, I can't love, man, I suck at it
In No Jumper with my gun on me 'cause I don't trust Adam
[Outro]
Yeah, big Lunch Crew
Back to the post office, n*gga
Y'ello