Dice SoHo, BFB Da Packman - Coke in the Sprinter lyrics

(J, this shit too crazy)
The Lunch Crew Company, I'm 'part of that
(J done cooked the sauce)
The Lunch Crew Company

Yeah, me and Dice back around
For the second time i had to phone before a
Nigga ever wrote a line
I was a mailman shippin'
Pounds to different states
But to keep from gettin' caught we had
To ship the bowls in fives
Nike tech suit equipped with the Heckler 9
I raised all of my kids, bitch
Ain't no nigga step in mines
Pulled my gun on paparazzi
Had to get the pressing lines
Ain't none of my opps breathin'
"Boom bow, " bitch, i step on mine

Outside, never seen an opp, no, no sir
Shawty got all that cake with the serve
I'm just tryna grip on your
Waist, feel them curves, yeah
(yeah, yeah)
I'm just tryna take you on a date
On a splurgin' (O oh)
I was dish washin', now your bitch watchin'
Huh (Huh?)
My bitch lips poppin', now
Her friends jockin', huh
They been hatin' since I was 8, yeah
We've been poppin' he turned his back
We gon' wait and let that fan knock 'em

Niggas switchin' sides, rain on 'em
Enchiladas
That syrup got me evil, drinkin' straight
Don't even need a pock
Project baby, shootin' dice outside
I don't need no socks
We do our own work, get 'em snatched
We don't believe in cops
I'm out New York for the winter
Free Bobby Shmurda
My give that dope a beatin'
I call 'em Ike Turner
Tell PJ put his jewelry up
The ho's eyes keep hurtin'
Take you to Katana, but if you basic, bitch
I'm buyin' burgers

(Goddamn) Basic bitch get a water cup
Make her get down on her knees
And eat all the nut nah I'm playin'
I get a shake and some french fries
Call a pussy cat pussy fat
Kill it nine times
See you with them thick thighs
She love when I talk Spanish while
I'm in her rib sides
Remember stealin' 'til my dawgs switch sides
My brother said he finna grab
His flathead and grip lives
Chillin' all summer, coolin' all winter
Just came back from Mexico with
Coke in the sprinter
Icey Life worldwide and Lunch Crew
Do your bitch like a Lunchable
She gon' give me that tongue
Too just 'cause I'm punctual
I ain't get it out the mud with you
I can't fuck with you
You don't fuck with me and my crew
That's cool 'cause we don't fuck with you
I've been gettin' high in Columbia for
About a month or two
Is up and now we're comfortable
Uh, Packman this a slap, man
Diamonds tap dance
Stripper give me a lap dance
How you fit in them damn pants?
I'm five deep
So bring at least like ten friends
SoHo, yes ma'am