Lunch Room
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Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, hmm
Don't see shit less it's the money, what you in it for?
Can't have my main mans hungry, what you in it for?
Man, you old niggas done, where the dinner fork?
Told that bitch we ain't done, I'ma give her more
Ayy, if them blues runnin' short, nigga, let me know
My lil' nigga don't do shit but hit that road
He just put a thousand pills in one of his hoes
I just made twenty bands off one of his loads
Ice in my black sticks, bitches run in my nose
Count the strips then that bitch get to suckin' my soul
Bitch keep tryna kiss my cologne, won't choke, ho
Told Juan get the OJs, nigga, it's on
Keep a ten on me daily, I told niggas I wasn't playin'
Just spent ten on my baby, got "Ghetto Champagne" playin'
I'm the nigga with the ah-ooh, ah-yeah-yeah
Shoot a nigga 'til he ah-thoo, ah-dead-dead
Want beef? Fuck the money, we gon' carry our straps
Got this big bitch with me, Halle Berry off baps
Got my smart nigga with me, he aware of all apps
Pull up to a nigga crib, fuckin' with the Google Maps
Get to ballin' in the club like the Monstars
FN turn the bar into a block party
Told that bitch it's a dub in these Rockstars
Ain't no Hi-Tech mud, I drink Wockhardt
When I woke up, whip the dope up
Lame nigga spoke up, we gon' get him choked up
'Member when I had them beans in a Focus
Young nigga keep them beams, don't provoke us
Like let me load up, keep your ho tucked
And we ain't drinkin' nothin' clean, boy, you know us
Keep a lot of dirty lean in the soda
Been on the block, boy, and I got a Rover
Ayy, and I been slappin' that dope from hood to hood
Me and Wildman goin' wood for wood
In this bitch like Suge on "Bullshit"
And I wish a nigga would, got a full clip
And you know I won't hesitate to use it
Hollow punch you with the fire like hadouken
Shoot 'em all, mid-range like DeRozan
Nigga, all my chains extra frozen
And your bitch kids love me like Frozen
Hmm, LeBron with the bricks, I'm the chosen one
I'm buyin' more clips 'cause it's more than one
Whole hush kit, fuck Golden Sun
Kidd, just let me get the gun in here
Pussy nigga, this is right where the fun begin
I got the lil' Drakey-Drake with the drum in here
Cookie bullets make you cough up a lung in here
I prayed to God, asked him, "Please come right my wrongs"
I fell in love with a thot 'cause she twerked to my song
I got the ice, I got the cream, don't need no cone
Over twenty-one and I'm a savage, don't need no loan
I block a bitch every time I'm feelin' a ho
Bitch named Mera in the 'Mero, she need this bone
The red shirt, high top Jared, I'm stealin' the show
Need guns like I need drugs and need my phone
Don't see shit less it's the money, what you in it for?
Can't have my main mans hungry, what you in it for?
Man, you old niggas done, where the dinner fork?
Told that bitch we ain't done, I'ma give her more