To Go Plate lyrics

[Intro]
(Are you guys with the Lunch Crew Company?)
Yeah
If you not with the Lunch Crew Company, who the f*ck is you with, dawg? Like
(HerbMadeThisBeat)
Look

[Chorus]
Woo, I'm a problem
I don't like my b*tches loud, I like 'em chocolate (Period)
Mike Amiri jeans, these ain't Robin
I got drip (Chlamydia), need a doctor (Y'ello)
Cheesecake over peach cobbler (Uh)
Young n*gga came up off [?][0:29] (Haha, shh, got you)
I ain't puttin' nan' b*tch over my dollar (Uh)

[Verse 1]
Fat, black, donut-eating n*gga with a cold flow
Still f*ckin' up these beats, I'm a dodo (Uh)
Pay me for a feature, send a beat, I'm in go mode (Woo)
Huh, watch me snap on that b*tch like a photo (Click)
Trickin' off my paper with a thot, that's a no-no (No-no)
They still hoppin' on my di*k like a pogo (Jump)
I hit DC, I'm at Howard with a cold ho
She bad, but pus*y like a Jeep, it ain't got no doors
Want her for the free, you don't get paid to spring (Uh)
Snapchat then delete, you ain't savin' it (Y'ello)
I ain't payin' for no pus*y, b*tch, you payin' for di*k (What?)
Fat n*gga sendin' di*k pics, I ain't scared of sh*t, ayy (b*tch)
My n*ggas hatin' on me, they ain't glad I won (Uh)
But when n*ggas had that work, they ain't hand me none (Uh)
And I ain't f*ckin' with no condoms, don't pass me none (No)
Nasty n*gga, mama said I'm my daddy's son (Me)
f*ck a label deal, that won't work for me (b*tch)
I put my own money up, now it work for me, b*tch (Uh)
Lunch Crew, b*tch, come and work for me
I put my n*ggas on that bread like some turkey meat (Yeah)
I wonder why white folks hate fellas? (Uh)
My cousin Light caught a body and he ate seven (Huh?)
Don't give a f*ck what the sentence is, I ain't tellin'
I got a plug on the blues like a bank teller
[Chorus]
Woo, I'm a problem
I don't like my b*tches loud, I like 'em chocolate (Period)
Mike Amiri jeans, these ain't Robin
I got drip (Chlamydia), need a doctor (Y'ello)
Cheesecake over peach cobbler (Uh)
Young n*gga came up off [?] (Haha, shh, got you)
I ain't puttin' nan' b*tch over my dollar (Uh)

[Verse 2]
These hoes don't really love you, time'll tell
Ducked off with Gabrielle and she fine as hell (Yeah)
I'll sell a ho a wish and hope she find a well
b*tch say I ate her ass, she ate mine as well (Haha)
Lunch crew n*ggas got the big bank (Huh?)
I'm talkin' freshwater fish in the fish tanks (Splash)
Alaska stuffed salmon on ten plates (Eat it)
I won't let your b*tch suck my di*k 'cause her spit stink (Trife b*tch)
Say you want a big-di*k money-getter, stop (Huh?)
You gon' suck whatever di*k I got in stock (Ah)
On the block with my opps, make a n*gga body drop (Boom, boom)
Wake up refreshed, hit my knees, and make Salat (Fresh)
I'm the new Biggie, n*ggas talkin' Tee Grizzley
Man, you n*ggas sound silly
Might go and swipe a Bentley, I'm Dallas with the blicky
Chef Quavis get my last 'cause I know he dyin' with me (n*gga)
My kids love a n*gga like I'm Ben 10 (Ben 10)
I'll swipe an army truck, I got big bands (Swipe)
Baby mama in my business, always dippin'
If I pay all the bills, b*tch, don't ask me where my di*k been (Back up)
Aw sh*t, I got the hiccups (Yup)
My mama said she want a million, I'ma get one
Lunch Crew cuttin' checks like it's nip-tucks
I put the donuts down, then pick a n*gga b*tch up, ooh
[Chorus]
Woo, I'm a problem
I don't like my b*tches loud, I like 'em chocolate (Period)
Mike Amiri jeans, these ain't Robin
I got drip (Chlamydia), need a doctor (Y'ello)
Cheesecake over peach cobbler (Uh)
Young n*gga came up off [?] (Haha, shh, got you)
I ain't puttin' nan' b*tch over my dollar (Uh)

[Outro]
Yeah, one time, one time
Yeah
Lunch Crew, come and join the lunch line, yeah
Hahaha, Lunch Crew sh*t, baby
You know what I mean?
One deep, n*gga, you know what I mean?
R.I.P. Kanasha, b*tch