Lunch Box Lyrics

I used to go to school wit' Percocet in my lunch box

Permanent Codiene stains, they can't come out

I still smoke that za for my asthma

Took them Xan's for my temper tantrums

Bitch I was doing Percs, since I was in pampers

I was sippin' dirty like a hamper

I was Sippin' Codiene in the Hamptons

Red Hi-Tech bitch you caught me red handed

Big body Bentley truck, I could swerve it

I was getting X, from the nurses

Big body Lamb truck

Bitch I just scratched the surface

She ain't know that I did that shit on purpose

When I say shit, I say it with a purpose

She ain't know that I got those killers

They be lurkin

She know that I got those demons

They still searchin

Geeked up off a Perc, I'm like ten percent

Shawty tote Glock she ain't innocent

Geeked off that Perc, can you picture it

I pour a Hi-Tech, but I spilt it

Fuck from the back, she could feel it

AR-15, with the beam

I'm in the trap, trap, trap, trap

(Yeah)

I'm in aTrackhawk, wit' a Glock in my bag

You know I'm strapped

Stay with a Glock, that FN or the Mac

(Ruff)

You could hear the dogs barking in the back

I just popped off a Perc, I could feel it

(Woah)

Codiene in my cup, hope I don't spill it

(Ugh)

Bitch, I'm off that tab, off that tab

(Yeah)

Bitch, I'm off that tab, off that tab

(Yeah)

LSD Tabitha, these niggas amateur

(Yeah)

LSD Tabitha, these niggas amateur

(Yeah)