"Lunch Break Freestyle" lyrics
Yop, huh
Will fall asleep on a bitch, but some pape', bro, I'm woke as fuck
Go'n with that drunk shit, you just bumped my cup
And somebody spill that and I'ma spill some blood
Huh
Walked in Unique Detroit and almost spent a dub (Don't you know you won the lotto?)
Bullets hit your back and your chest like you was gettin' hugged
Choked her and she liked it, she be gettin' fucked
Trigger like a feather, if I pull it, then you gettin' plucked
And I went bald-heads on the bullet, so you gettin' monked
Got my money workin' for me, Ben Frank employee of the month
If we ain't got the pipes on us, then you gettin' stomped
All designer kicks
I'm finna show your ass somes glitches with the fire BIN
I be proud when niggas say the shit that I be sayin'
"Where you wanna go, Mr. Fxce?" That's what the driver said
Wherever the pape' at
She goin' crazy over the dick, baby, shake back
Wanna know how to rap? Let me sign you into skate class
Good at eyeballin', could find a needle in a haystack
So if I say it's a three-five, nigga, take that
That's a Demon on the side, why chase that?
Doin' too much slidin', now I need to get some brake pads
I ain't talk to her and I still text her with your fake ass
First striker that I ever sold was a gray Scat
Don't make your pape' last, make your pape' stack
We robbed a nigga, he still tryna get his pape' back
If that's my bitch, she ain't weak, nigga, straight bad
In the whip, it's futuristic shit, but the tank gas
I don't make twerk music, bro, this ain't that
So don't put me on your song talkin' 'bout "Shake that ass"
She gon' do whatever I want, I ain't gotta say nothin'
You see me in the video with a switch and that's a fake button
If I get caught up with a bitch, I'm still gon' play dumb
I'll just grab some of that Trish if the Quay gone
I feel like Thug, they just sent another bankroll
You mixin' purp' with the Tuss' to get the taste gone
I gave the pape' to the attorney and get the case gone
He think he finna get some pussy, she some bait, though
I'll set a nigga up if it's 'bout my money
I ain't goin' broke, it's all about respect, though
I'm on some bullshit, I'm ski'd up with a TEC on
All my money turnin' blue like I ain't checked on it
Red and blue lights look green to me, I'm still gon' step on it
She want a room with a balcony, get stretched on it
You know? Been workin' hard for a week, I been stealin' sleep
It's so hard to stay up out the streets, I been stealin' cleats
She don't run her mouth, she just eat, that's a bitch I need
Huh
If me and gang start a streak, don't go switchin' teams
Told Frank stop touchin' my heat, he tryna switch the beam
Tryna give me a red laser 'cause my shit green
Nigga, I don't want no red laser
After this case, I hope that I don't get no fed paper
Took the feeling out a bitch, I got her leg shakin'
My sister cut up some of my Rick 'cause the tag was hangin'
Ayy
And that was the DRKSHDW edition, I don't think y'all know how mad that made me
We gettin' taxed for our eighthies 'casue our package crazy
And this some real candies, nigga, not no Gary Paton
Ayy
When I turn twenty-eight, I think I'm gettin' married
'Cause when I turn twenty-six, I think I'ma have a baby
Nigga, this all freestylin', I'm just talkin' crazy
I was walkin' crazy, I'll walk a beat
If you want some pape', nigga, you gon' have to talk to E
If you wanted pape' and get a video, wait
If you want some pape', you get a video or you gon' have to buy a feat'
Ayy, 'cause this shit for real
Couple years ago, I just signed my deal
And what's so crazy, I was just finna stop
The first part, I already had that shit, but this off the top
I got this bitch popped and I ain't even—
I got this bitch hopped, she fell in love with me and I only got the top
Bought this bitch Bottega for Christmas, you got her ass some socks
Boy, you need to stop, ayy
Every time I go OT, I feel like I just need to shop
Nigga talkin' crazy, pull up on him, turned his ass to Crocs
Me and gang cleanin' shit, somebody bring the mop
Grab my ski and do some evil shit like I don't believe in God
But y'all know I do
I had to cut her ass off, she was gettin' too comfortable, yeah, you know?
Y'all niggas know what the fuck goin' on
The realest in it
And this off the top, if you know, you know
If you don't, you broke
Come on
Will fall asleep on a bitch, but some pape', bro, I'm woke as fuck
Go'n with that drunk shit, you just bumped my cup
And somebody spill that and I'ma spill some blood
Huh
Walked in Unique Detroit and almost spent a dub (Don't you know you won the lotto?)
Bullets hit your back and your chest like you was gettin' hugged
Choked her and she liked it, she be gettin' fucked
Trigger like a feather, if I pull it, then you gettin' plucked
And I went bald-heads on the bullet, so you gettin' monked
Got my money workin' for me, Ben Frank employee of the month
If we ain't got the pipes on us, then you gettin' stomped
All designer kicks
I'm finna show your ass somes glitches with the fire BIN
I be proud when niggas say the shit that I be sayin'
"Where you wanna go, Mr. Fxce?" That's what the driver said
Wherever the pape' at
She goin' crazy over the dick, baby, shake back
Wanna know how to rap? Let me sign you into skate class
Good at eyeballin', could find a needle in a haystack
So if I say it's a three-five, nigga, take that
That's a Demon on the side, why chase that?
Doin' too much slidin', now I need to get some brake pads
I ain't talk to her and I still text her with your fake ass
First striker that I ever sold was a gray Scat
Don't make your pape' last, make your pape' stack
We robbed a nigga, he still tryna get his pape' back
If that's my bitch, she ain't weak, nigga, straight bad
In the whip, it's futuristic shit, but the tank gas
I don't make twerk music, bro, this ain't that
So don't put me on your song talkin' 'bout "Shake that ass"
She gon' do whatever I want, I ain't gotta say nothin'
You see me in the video with a switch and that's a fake button
If I get caught up with a bitch, I'm still gon' play dumb
I'll just grab some of that Trish if the Quay gone
I feel like Thug, they just sent another bankroll
You mixin' purp' with the Tuss' to get the taste gone
I gave the pape' to the attorney and get the case gone
He think he finna get some pussy, she some bait, though
I'll set a nigga up if it's 'bout my money
I ain't goin' broke, it's all about respect, though
I'm on some bullshit, I'm ski'd up with a TEC on
All my money turnin' blue like I ain't checked on it
Red and blue lights look green to me, I'm still gon' step on it
She want a room with a balcony, get stretched on it
You know? Been workin' hard for a week, I been stealin' sleep
It's so hard to stay up out the streets, I been stealin' cleats
She don't run her mouth, she just eat, that's a bitch I need
Huh
If me and gang start a streak, don't go switchin' teams
Told Frank stop touchin' my heat, he tryna switch the beam
Tryna give me a red laser 'cause my shit green
Nigga, I don't want no red laser
After this case, I hope that I don't get no fed paper
Took the feeling out a bitch, I got her leg shakin'
My sister cut up some of my Rick 'cause the tag was hangin'
Ayy
And that was the DRKSHDW edition, I don't think y'all know how mad that made me
We gettin' taxed for our eighthies 'casue our package crazy
And this some real candies, nigga, not no Gary Paton
Ayy
When I turn twenty-eight, I think I'm gettin' married
'Cause when I turn twenty-six, I think I'ma have a baby
Nigga, this all freestylin', I'm just talkin' crazy
I was walkin' crazy, I'll walk a beat
If you want some pape', nigga, you gon' have to talk to E
If you wanted pape' and get a video, wait
If you want some pape', you get a video or you gon' have to buy a feat'
Ayy, 'cause this shit for real
Couple years ago, I just signed my deal
And what's so crazy, I was just finna stop
The first part, I already had that shit, but this off the top
I got this bitch popped and I ain't even—
I got this bitch hopped, she fell in love with me and I only got the top
Bought this bitch Bottega for Christmas, you got her ass some socks
Boy, you need to stop, ayy
Every time I go OT, I feel like I just need to shop
Nigga talkin' crazy, pull up on him, turned his ass to Crocs
Me and gang cleanin' shit, somebody bring the mop
Grab my ski and do some evil shit like I don't believe in God
But y'all know I do
I had to cut her ass off, she was gettin' too comfortable, yeah, you know?
Y'all niggas know what the fuck goin' on
The realest in it
And this off the top, if you know, you know
If you don't, you broke
Come on
