Nasty (Lunch Wit A Freak)

(album: Hood Champ - 2020)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Yeah, eat it up, Champ, eat it up)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

She be calling my phone and blowing it up
I'm chasing money, I'm counting it up
Fashion Nova wit' a big old butt
I ate a redbone up for lunch
Trap girl, she gon' roll up my rollups
Walk in, got Chanaynay's on
Mike Amiri's, I feel like Michael Jackson
I put it on, I do they fashion
I put some ice on my teeth, I'm flashy
Eat it up, beat it up, I'm nasty
Designer zone from my shoe to my glasses
You could blindfold me, I'll still count it up backwards
I'm doing the dash, I pray I don't crash (Skrrt)
I mix it up, I don't do the matching
Super charged, all my cars is the fastest
I fucked her then I disappeared, that magic

Yeah, walk in that bitch, I got racks on me
Shaking that, she put her ass on me
Skinny jeans, stepping like thigh pads (Ooh)
Diamonds, they hit like Muhammed Ali
Acting like 12, that bitch spying on me
Thirty round iron wit' the dime on me
All that ass, what you doing wit' me?
Tell me the truth, don't be lying to me
She got a nigga, ain't got nothing to do wit' me
I put my glasses on, still can't see me
I put my jewllery on, I get anaemic
I get my script from my bitch out in Phoenix
I take out my princess, teach her to clean it
I told her I love her, she think that I mean it
Soon as I catch 'em I'ma knock off their beanie
Need a cain 'cause I'm leaning
Droptop, pull up, Cartier [?] see me
Smell gelato every time that I'm breathing
Straight out the trap, made a mill off a single
The [?] autotune, that bitch get to singing
Dripping though, nigga, they say I'm the cleanest
Racks on me but I'on play this like tennis
Can't find my drip, I ain't buy this at Lennox
Bad bitch so I call her a menace
Dolce Gabbana, I walk in and spend it
Gimme some ass 'cause you having plenty
All of my cars, they mine, ain't rented
I'm having bards like wine and the.Henny
Can't come around me, I ain't too friendly
Chanel vintage
Got came and I'm balling, you riding the benches
Thugging like I was 2Pac, I got juice like sipping

Calling my phone and blowing it up
I'm chasing money, I'm counting it up
Fashion Nova wit' a big old butt
I ate a redbone up for lunch
Trap girl, she gon' roll up my rollups
Walk in, got Chanaynay's on
Mike Amiri's, I feel like Michael Jackson
I put it on, I do they fashion
I put some ice on my teeth, I'm flashy
Eat it up, beat it up, I'm nasty
Designer zone from my shoe to my glasses
You could blindfold me, I'll still count it up backwards
I'm doing the dash, I pray I don't crash (Skrrt)
I mix it up, I don't do the matching
Super charged, all my cars is the fastest
I fucked her then I disappeared, that magic