"Lunch Lady" lyrics

I am a maniac
Call my bluff
My bitch told me she likes it rough
I'm a dog, Clifford, like "ruff"
She said "Billy you play too much"
Well, I play too much
I'm the only person I trust
Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust

She's thick as a motherfuckin' lunch lady
Round in the middle, she built crazy
I play the fiddle if she's wants to date me
Only been one night and she wants a baby

I'm ignorant don't let my pop songs fool you
I got these motherfuckers stuck like some voo-doo
I got these motherfuckers watching like Hulu

It's been a minute let me talk my shit, okay
She gave the digits she'll be over in a bit, okay
I'm smooth with it, everything I make hit like
Huuh...
New bag who this
Huuh...
Wrist wrist wrist wrist wrist
Huuh...
Couple thousand in the whip
Huuh...

You don't know me not one bit
And I don't trust you not one bit
I really get it how I live okay

About to blow up like explosives
I'm not boasting
I'm just chillin, coastin'
Homie brought the potion
Now I'm lit, got me feelin' toasted
Money to the ceiling
About to dive in
Really in my moment
Focusing on my shit
Got to hone in
Billy got to make another stack by the morning

Pull off for the lot
Brand new whip it cost a lot
My girl necklace, yeah, I bought it
Self-employed I'm my own boss
Why you so sweet like apple sauce?
You beef with me you take a loss
I'm making plays like Randy Moss
Buy anything don't check the cost
By any means, all your shit flop
My energy cannot be stopped
I make a bag each time I drop
You all my sons, I might adopt
You were a fan and then you swapped
I'm really glad I finally popped
A million songs I'm fully stocked
I'm on roll I can't be topped