Nasty (Lunch Wit A Freak) - HoodRich Pablo Juan

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

(Yeah, eat it up, Champ, eat it up)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

She be callin' my phone and blowin' it up

I’m chasin' money, I’m countin' 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 doin' the dash, I pray I don’t crash (Skrrt)

I mix it up, I don’t do the matchin'

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

Shakin' that, she put her ass on me

Skinny jeans, steppin' like thigh pads (Ooh)

Diamonds, they hit like Muhammed Ali

Actin' like 12, that bitch spyin' on me

Thirty round iron wit' the dime on me

All that ass, what you doin' wit' me?

Tell me the truth, don’t be lyin' to me

She got a nigga, ain’t got nothin' 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 leanin'

Droptop, pull up, Cartier same color, semen

Smell gelato every time that I’m breathin'

Straight out the trap, made a mill off a single

The draco autotune, that bitch get to singin'

Drippin' 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 havin' plenty

All of my cars, they mine, ain’t rented

I’m havin' bards like wine and the.

Henny

Can’t come around me, I ain’t too friendly

Chanel vintage

Got came and I’m ballin', you ridin' the benches

Thuggin' like I was 2Pac, I got juice like sippin'

Callin' my phone and blowin' it up

I’m chasin' money, I’m countin' 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 doin' the dash, I pray I don’t crash (Skrrt)

I mix it up, I don’t do the matchin'

Super charged, all my cars is the fastest

I fucked her then I disappeared, that magic