"Groovy Gangster" lyrics

(The Lunch Crew Company, I'm part of that)
(The Lunch Crew Company)

[BFB Da Packman:]
My bitch left me, where the hoes at? (Where the hoes at?)
Before I leave the house, where my pole at?
Beenthatnigga.com way before rap
Mr. Step on Shit Like a Doormat
Hold on, chuck on my lick, catch a toe tag
Bitch, I be with all gangsters and they don't rap
Putting belt to ass, mm-hmm like I'm Joe Jack
Before I let a bitch go through my phone, I'ma smoke crack
I be hitting puppy dog with this lactose
Until this bitch let me fuck, I'ma act broke
Glock switch made him lean back like Fat Joe
No friends be the biggest fuckin' haters, close that back door

Big Glock on the gangster
Bitch, make that ass pop on a gangster (On a gangster)
Hmm, big knots on a gangster
Real niggas back in style, they should thank us
Dirty pop with a gangster
Bad bitch rolling up that 'za for a gangster (For a gangster)
Hmm, come and ride with a gangster
Baby, is you down to ride or die for a gangster?

[LaRussell:]
A bitch never left me and did better in life
After Yae, I'll sign if the cheddar is right
I just hit 'cause I was horny, it was never my type (It was never my type, never my type, never my type)
Sorry
Bitch, I'm from the terf, I came up on Young Bari
I'm the real deal, this Sprite, not Starry
Me and Pack on the track, Lyles and Sha'Carri
I sold enough merch last year to get a Ferrari
I'm outside (Outside), putting toes to the ground (Putting toes to the ground)
Planting seeds, putting holes in the ground (Putting holes in the ground)
Pockets got fat, they got rolls in 'em now
Black sprinter vans with the Rolls in 'em now
I don't go to the club, I throw shows in 'em now
Niggas wearing purses with poles in 'em now
Mahahaha, I made it and I'm indie
And I ain't had to wear the fake Gucci or Fendi
I'm still in my Crocs getting guap looking dingy
Ah, nigga, y'all lucky, haha