No Carbs lyrics

[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 vagina
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 pus*y (No)
Flint n*gga in this b*tch, I'm with the New Dallas
I'm horny 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 hell, look like Dave Blunts (Yoom)
b*tch, my pockets big as hell, look like BFB (Woo)
b*tch, my pockets big as hell, 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)