Lunch Lyrics

Having more sticks in this bitch then drum

He won't slide on this side cause I won't go for none

Shoot like two three

Bitch I'm king like Lebron

I might move down to Phoenix you niggas my sons

Having a bag and you still chasing crumbs

Your bm don't want you on bro he a bum

Smoke what y'all want

Then we dish it for fun

Ain't no beef cause these niggas ain't having no funds

Yea

Bro tryna spin till he dizzy

Trey five in my blunt no Im not wit the sipping

Uh

Say you want beef is you kidding

Late night aint No Santa I creep down your chimney

In love wit paper I rush for the feeling

Drop bags on his head DOA and its finished

Aye

School they kept me in detention now I'm booted up innis bitch like lieutenant

Fuck nigga froze and got through off his pivot

I'm smooth on the block having motion Nowitzki

Hold on we tryna see what he think

So you know where to blow if he acting suspicious

Beam on the k so the aim got precision

Still a put down this pole send your ass to the dentist

All of my life I grew up round offenders

When shit hit fan you was never attended

Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye

Let's go better stay on the move cause I'm living like 50

All of these racks on me on swole

Big ten hundred baby Westside we dem villains

Glock go clap clap clap clap clap

For a nigga that steady keep me in his mentions

I'm booted up tryna get us a milly

Get ran out your sack buy It back if I'm kidding

Gang

Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye

Let's go better stay on the move cause I'm living like 50

All of these racks on me on swole

Big ten hundred baby Westside we dem villains

Glock go clap clap clap clap clap

For a nigga that steady keep me in his mentions

I'm booted up tryna get us a milly

Get ran out your sack buy It back if I'm kidding

Gang

She wanna see how I'm living

Back then she ain't want me this shit only business

Aye hop innis foreign hit ghost

When we done for the night she get passed to my niggas

Earned all my stripes from the gang like I'm tigger

Big bro fighting cases no Anderson Silva

Gang

I wasn't having no motion

Now shit back to back like the 2000 pistons

He think it's mustard he need to catch up

Sixty five for my kicks this a high cost of living

Wait jumping fence

And we hopping the gate

Like I'm sick he ain't having no taste

Uh

Don't hit the trap if it's not bout no cake

He a hoe man it's all in his face

Reload the semi hell nah I don't fuck wit the drakes

Under the 3 but my niggas throw rakes

Gang

Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye

Let's go better stay on the move cause I'm living like 50

All of these racks on me on swole

Big ten hundred baby Westside we dem villains

Glock go clap clap clap clap clap

For a nigga that steady keep me in his mentions

I'm booted up tryna get us a milly

Get ran out your sack buy It back if I'm kidding

Gang

Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye

Let's go better stay on the move cause I'm living like 50

All of these racks on me on swole

Big ten hundred baby Westside we dem villains

Glock go clap clap clap clap clap

For a nigga that steady keep me in his mentions

I'm booted up tryna get us a milly

Get ran out your sack buy It back if I'm kidding

Gang