"Lunch Break Freestyle Part 2" lyrics
ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, long live $cam
You hip, skip? You know the script
Yeah, cold in the D (It's so cold in the D)
How the fuck do we 'sposed to keep—? (How the fuck do we 'sposed to keep peace?)
Alright, alright (What's all on a nigga's mind?)
Alright (Murkin' and doin' time)
It's so cold in the D
I'm down here with anglerfish, it's so cold in the deep
I'm just knowing that he average, it say Joe on his jeans
Your lil' ho a teapot, she gon' blow on my steam (Don't you know you won the Lotto?)
Push it 'til the motor break, underrated, overpaid
Skatin' in that jailbreak, it ain't come with rollerblade
Deuce of drank in my Gatorade, I'm motor Cade
Gotta over do it for the lil' hoes that over played
She seen my presi', now she on my dick, chainy
I go seventeen pendants, one jeweler, RIP Hasty
Rollie dude with the papers, yeah, he shit-faced me
I got the formula, I ball like I'm Big Baby
Pony Nike boots, or I'ma do the leopard Prada's
I'm LeTron but got reach just like Wembanyama
Sent the fire bomb squad, they think it's ten bin Ladens
Spent a dub at Design District, 'nother ten on Collins
She talkin' 'bout going public, we ain't Kai and Gigi
Did the Gold single, now I need a Diamond CD
You the type to walk in Wafi just to try on VVs
Whole time, you scraping change up to buy some VC
The psilocybin got my brain scrambled like some eggs
Ain't surprised he a cop, he tattled since '010
Having no money work like it's the Battle of the Dead
Fuzz tryna touchdown, fool, he tackled by the feds
DSM, I'm with Scat since the Gaffle Guys
At McDonald's, pourin' Tris on my apple slice (Don't you know you won the Lotto?)
Right back to the drawing board, I don't ask advice
The way that cuddy cooked the food, you think it's [?]
We ain't going out, she get five-dollar bundles
Ain't a thing in your jeans but five dollars crumbled
Why she leaning on my shoulder? She done cried on a couple
I ain't worried 'bout this ho, my mind on the money
Two-hour drive, now I'm right out here by Evan Mobley
Ain't no falling, shit, we rolling up like seven stories
When he talk, I go to sleep like some melatonin
I don't even wanna hear about a damn thing except the bonus
My White boy got a shot, he the next Sabonis
This lil' bop Heaven-sent, but her neck atrocious
Modern Warfare 2, bro got a Vector on him
I'ma morph into a 6-foot diamond, they put pressure on me
Haha, 5'11", just to be exact
Bamboo grabba, zaga', we ain't freaking Blacks
Caught twenty Jacks from Captain J's up to Pizza Cat
All that lacking at the Coney Island, don't get pita wrapped
Haha, don't get chili cheese fried
You just like my uncle do, he gets '53 vibes, haha
Yeah, I ball like Eddie House, but the Chrome socks look silly knee-high
I quit the geeking for a week, I had a mini-detox
Relocated to Decatur 'cause the city be hot
Ridin' 'round with 3&B, shit, that's 63 shots
Guess I'm Dr. Evil now, so many mini-mes now
It's a angel on my shoulder, talkin' 'bout, "Jimmy, please stop"
Treat your block like a lunch table, blicky beatbox
And back then, I ain't see it, I can really peep now
Ain't usually let me in the back, I ain't never seen shoppin'
You on that bullshit, I got the ups like Buzelis
Punchin' in, treat the booth like I'm Boots Ennis
I can't put the shit I do on stream, I ain't Duke Dennis
Andre Agassi, I pulled up in that new tennis
Swooped down in that coupe with the no roof settin'
Brodie off two blues, 'bout to hit the Goku emote
Sushi vet' in your ho like a Nobu veteran
We'll cut your TV off, grab the Roku remote
ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, long live $cam
RIP Chris, T-double-H-L shit
You hip, skip? You know the script
WipeYaAssBoyz, Clear That Tab Clan, I'm out on bond again
Nyah
Yeah, LOTTO
Fit check
You hip, skip? You know the script
Yeah, cold in the D (It's so cold in the D)
How the fuck do we 'sposed to keep—? (How the fuck do we 'sposed to keep peace?)
Alright, alright (What's all on a nigga's mind?)
Alright (Murkin' and doin' time)
It's so cold in the D
I'm down here with anglerfish, it's so cold in the deep
I'm just knowing that he average, it say Joe on his jeans
Your lil' ho a teapot, she gon' blow on my steam (Don't you know you won the Lotto?)
Push it 'til the motor break, underrated, overpaid
Skatin' in that jailbreak, it ain't come with rollerblade
Deuce of drank in my Gatorade, I'm motor Cade
Gotta over do it for the lil' hoes that over played
She seen my presi', now she on my dick, chainy
I go seventeen pendants, one jeweler, RIP Hasty
Rollie dude with the papers, yeah, he shit-faced me
I got the formula, I ball like I'm Big Baby
Pony Nike boots, or I'ma do the leopard Prada's
I'm LeTron but got reach just like Wembanyama
Sent the fire bomb squad, they think it's ten bin Ladens
Spent a dub at Design District, 'nother ten on Collins
She talkin' 'bout going public, we ain't Kai and Gigi
Did the Gold single, now I need a Diamond CD
You the type to walk in Wafi just to try on VVs
Whole time, you scraping change up to buy some VC
The psilocybin got my brain scrambled like some eggs
Ain't surprised he a cop, he tattled since '010
Having no money work like it's the Battle of the Dead
Fuzz tryna touchdown, fool, he tackled by the feds
DSM, I'm with Scat since the Gaffle Guys
At McDonald's, pourin' Tris on my apple slice (Don't you know you won the Lotto?)
Right back to the drawing board, I don't ask advice
The way that cuddy cooked the food, you think it's [?]
We ain't going out, she get five-dollar bundles
Ain't a thing in your jeans but five dollars crumbled
Why she leaning on my shoulder? She done cried on a couple
I ain't worried 'bout this ho, my mind on the money
Two-hour drive, now I'm right out here by Evan Mobley
Ain't no falling, shit, we rolling up like seven stories
When he talk, I go to sleep like some melatonin
I don't even wanna hear about a damn thing except the bonus
My White boy got a shot, he the next Sabonis
This lil' bop Heaven-sent, but her neck atrocious
Modern Warfare 2, bro got a Vector on him
I'ma morph into a 6-foot diamond, they put pressure on me
Haha, 5'11", just to be exact
Bamboo grabba, zaga', we ain't freaking Blacks
Caught twenty Jacks from Captain J's up to Pizza Cat
All that lacking at the Coney Island, don't get pita wrapped
Haha, don't get chili cheese fried
You just like my uncle do, he gets '53 vibes, haha
Yeah, I ball like Eddie House, but the Chrome socks look silly knee-high
I quit the geeking for a week, I had a mini-detox
Relocated to Decatur 'cause the city be hot
Ridin' 'round with 3&B, shit, that's 63 shots
Guess I'm Dr. Evil now, so many mini-mes now
It's a angel on my shoulder, talkin' 'bout, "Jimmy, please stop"
Treat your block like a lunch table, blicky beatbox
And back then, I ain't see it, I can really peep now
Ain't usually let me in the back, I ain't never seen shoppin'
You on that bullshit, I got the ups like Buzelis
Punchin' in, treat the booth like I'm Boots Ennis
I can't put the shit I do on stream, I ain't Duke Dennis
Andre Agassi, I pulled up in that new tennis
Swooped down in that coupe with the no roof settin'
Brodie off two blues, 'bout to hit the Goku emote
Sushi vet' in your ho like a Nobu veteran
We'll cut your TV off, grab the Roku remote
ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, long live $cam
RIP Chris, T-double-H-L shit
You hip, skip? You know the script
WipeYaAssBoyz, Clear That Tab Clan, I'm out on bond again
Nyah
Yeah, LOTTO
Fit check
