"Lunch Break Freestyle" lyrics
Phew, woof
Yo, Lyrical Lemonade, what the fuck we doin'? (Ikuda yo)
It's a fuckin' movie, I got my food, feel me?
We still good (Yo Meen, spray that shit)
Baow, wooh
Yo, turn this shit up
Give me that chain, niggas need that
Throw a shot at his kneecap, step on a court, start ballin' like T-Mac
The click of the G made me lean back, I still hit the target, I greened that
We tryna make us a weed pack, clickin' and clickin', think I gotta relax
Bullets connectin' like feedback, we tryna send shots two-way, bleed that
Like, grrah, like, grrah, we, we make 'em dance like B Jack$
No ogre, straight ten, we in the spot causing mayhem
4zz on top till my days end, all of my brothers, I'll never betray them
Walk with the stick like cavemen, I'm on that bullshit, I don't wanna make friends
Opp niggas follow, we make trends
Grrah, like, grrah, grrah
Double R for the party, I'm really rich like Roddy
Dummy got shot thru the Carhartt, we tried to put a few holes in his body
We in this hood like a carpark, three V's deep on they block like a car meet
I got the rock on a stick, walk up the corner, nobody could guard me
Baow, like, grrah, grrah, grrah
Oh my God, nah, this the movie, you hurd?
Yo, Lyrical Lemonade, we fuckin' outside, you know this shit don't stop
Baow, baow
Yo, Lyrical Lemonade, what the fuck we doin'? (Ikuda yo)
It's a fuckin' movie, I got my food, feel me?
We still good (Yo Meen, spray that shit)
Baow, wooh
Yo, turn this shit up
Give me that chain, niggas need that
Throw a shot at his kneecap, step on a court, start ballin' like T-Mac
The click of the G made me lean back, I still hit the target, I greened that
We tryna make us a weed pack, clickin' and clickin', think I gotta relax
Bullets connectin' like feedback, we tryna send shots two-way, bleed that
Like, grrah, like, grrah, we, we make 'em dance like B Jack$
No ogre, straight ten, we in the spot causing mayhem
4zz on top till my days end, all of my brothers, I'll never betray them
Walk with the stick like cavemen, I'm on that bullshit, I don't wanna make friends
Opp niggas follow, we make trends
Grrah, like, grrah, grrah
Double R for the party, I'm really rich like Roddy
Dummy got shot thru the Carhartt, we tried to put a few holes in his body
We in this hood like a carpark, three V's deep on they block like a car meet
I got the rock on a stick, walk up the corner, nobody could guard me
Baow, like, grrah, grrah, grrah
Oh my God, nah, this the movie, you hurd?
Yo, Lyrical Lemonade, we fuckin' outside, you know this shit don't stop
Baow, baow
