Cant Blame Ye lyrics

[Verse]
Fat boy back, I know you b*tches can't believe it
Thought Packman fell off 'cause my page got deleted
I grew up drinkin' dirty water, I'm undefeated
'Bout to f*ck this year up, I know you b*tches hate to see it
My Asian plug growin' 'za, I'm in love with Mei Mei
Ain't ready to die 'bout this sh*t, then why you hollerin', "Gang, gang?"
I be in my feelings too, I can't even blame Ye
My b*tch 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 b*tch wish a n*gga'd grow up
Call an opp n*gga ho up, made her suck me 'til she throw up
This sh*t three hundrеd a line, b*tch, quit askin' me to pour up
Lil' baby got that water, uh, yеah, that cooch-cooch
I get crunk up in that thing, b*tch, I feel like Duke Deuce
Gucci boots up in the winter, and it hold a two-two
She said her ex-n*gga a dog, me too, roof-roof
Every b*tch I ever had, I sauce 'em up, my lil' fajitas
Was a lion-hearted n*gga, my b*tch turned me to a cheetah
b*tch askin' for some head, I told her, "Uh-uh," like I'm BIA
My career almost over, tell Drake I need that feature
n*gga, sit down, make a plan, and hit a lick to get some cheese
Get caught, then get to snitchin', b*tch, you 'posed to kept it G
Why you callin' home complainin' 'cause your BM slept with me?
I feel like Gunna, when my b*tch squirt, let me drink it, that ain't P
Got a bunch of side b*tches 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, n*ggas got madder, pockets got fatter
Ignore a b*tch in the club, we havin' nasty sex after (Nasty)
Baby got that demon head, but I think the b*tch Catholic
Me and Nelly in the same boat, average-sized di*ks 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 n*gga
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
sh*t started changin' in my life when my pape' got bigger
Instead of blamin' me for cheatin', she just blame the women
Callin' every b*tch that I f*ck like, "Why you wreck that n*gga?"
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 f*ckin' mine
[Outro]
(The Lunch Crew Company)