"Lunch Break Freestyle Part 2" lyrics
That boy ain't really like that I could see it in his eyes
Nowadays niggas just wolf up on the net, they never slide
7.62 out the drac' leave his head open wide
Ain't no playin' in the middle, it's them or us so pick a side
Switch my car up every weekend it ain't no knowin' what I ride
He was dissin' on the gang and then he died I ain't surprised
He got got clapped up with his bitch, call they ass Bonnie and Clyde
Blood stains all on his shirt his shit look like it got dyed
A lotta niggas in the 'Raq start wars and then they hide
He got hit up on a hit, he ain't survive, at least he tried
How I lost Lil Mook and Mike that shit be fuckin' with my pride
He got his hand out but never did shit for me, niggas fried
I'm gon' handle all the shooting, all you gotta do is drive
Hit his ass like twenty times, how the fuck he still alive?
My opps still playin' with revolvers like it's 1955
10 milli get a nigga straight if he steppin' outta line
Fuck all the rats, if he snitch I hope he get a lot of time
I'm just a lucky piece of shit who got rich off makin' rhymes
And I still be in the trenches, nigga, I ain't hard to find
Stuck in that petty ass deal I know he wish he never signed
If my phone ringin' it ain't 'bout no money I decline
He was thinkin' with his dick, we got up close blew out his mind
I'm tryna touch a hundred milli', nigga, I been on my grind
And you ain't lost the shit I lost so don't be askin' why I'm slidin'
Nigga, I ain't with the battle rappin', this ain't Let It Shine
Chase them boys off [?] and make 'em flip the car on [?]
I'm in the Trackhawk runnin' lights and I don't care 'cause it ain't mine
Get the Patek or AP, ion know, I can't decide
I had to get up off my ass, bein' broke what made me tired
Sippin' Tris like I'm prescribed
Opp niggas droppin' like they flies
All black, I'm creepin' from behind
Catch the right face you get a prize
You either slide or you provide
They not outside them niggas lyin'
He was tryna get to his V we left his brains all on the tires
We'll heat a nigga top up like he sittin' under the dryer
I got rich but ain't shit change I still be clutchin' on my iron
He tried to run but ain't get far we put that hot shit in his spine
I'm the hottest out the 'Raq, yeah, I know you can't deny
I been focusin' on myself gettin' the bag, but you should try it
If you can't get the shit three times, I advise you not to buy
Nigga, all I want is green like I'm goin' on a diet
Let a nigga touch me in this bitch, we gon' start a riot
If you get snatched by them people it ain't hard just be quiet
Try to guard me I'm gon' shoot all in his face like Kobe Bryant
They say, "Von you need to chill, you been gettin' a lil too violent"
For my chain this Glock go, "Fah", now I'm rockin' bloody diamond
Pull on they block, let off the drac' and I don't stop 'til I hear sirens
Bitch, I act the way I act 'cause grew up with no guidance
Went on Twitter opps is wolfin' since I got back niggas been silent
We'll drench a nigga like we took the screws up off the hydrants
[?] shells knocked out his eye now he 'round this bitch look like a pirate
One of one Amiri jeans, bitch, I'm flyer than a pilot
And I'm hotter than a bitch right now and I ain't reach my climate
And I'm like stop and we gon' drop
We gon' hit up they block, let off three hundred shots
He screamin', "No, no", nigga, that's how Toss Gang roll
Nowadays niggas just wolf up on the net, they never slide
7.62 out the drac' leave his head open wide
Ain't no playin' in the middle, it's them or us so pick a side
Switch my car up every weekend it ain't no knowin' what I ride
He was dissin' on the gang and then he died I ain't surprised
He got got clapped up with his bitch, call they ass Bonnie and Clyde
Blood stains all on his shirt his shit look like it got dyed
A lotta niggas in the 'Raq start wars and then they hide
He got hit up on a hit, he ain't survive, at least he tried
How I lost Lil Mook and Mike that shit be fuckin' with my pride
He got his hand out but never did shit for me, niggas fried
I'm gon' handle all the shooting, all you gotta do is drive
Hit his ass like twenty times, how the fuck he still alive?
My opps still playin' with revolvers like it's 1955
10 milli get a nigga straight if he steppin' outta line
Fuck all the rats, if he snitch I hope he get a lot of time
I'm just a lucky piece of shit who got rich off makin' rhymes
And I still be in the trenches, nigga, I ain't hard to find
Stuck in that petty ass deal I know he wish he never signed
If my phone ringin' it ain't 'bout no money I decline
He was thinkin' with his dick, we got up close blew out his mind
I'm tryna touch a hundred milli', nigga, I been on my grind
And you ain't lost the shit I lost so don't be askin' why I'm slidin'
Nigga, I ain't with the battle rappin', this ain't Let It Shine
Chase them boys off [?] and make 'em flip the car on [?]
I'm in the Trackhawk runnin' lights and I don't care 'cause it ain't mine
Get the Patek or AP, ion know, I can't decide
I had to get up off my ass, bein' broke what made me tired
Sippin' Tris like I'm prescribed
Opp niggas droppin' like they flies
All black, I'm creepin' from behind
Catch the right face you get a prize
You either slide or you provide
They not outside them niggas lyin'
He was tryna get to his V we left his brains all on the tires
We'll heat a nigga top up like he sittin' under the dryer
I got rich but ain't shit change I still be clutchin' on my iron
He tried to run but ain't get far we put that hot shit in his spine
I'm the hottest out the 'Raq, yeah, I know you can't deny
I been focusin' on myself gettin' the bag, but you should try it
If you can't get the shit three times, I advise you not to buy
Nigga, all I want is green like I'm goin' on a diet
Let a nigga touch me in this bitch, we gon' start a riot
If you get snatched by them people it ain't hard just be quiet
Try to guard me I'm gon' shoot all in his face like Kobe Bryant
They say, "Von you need to chill, you been gettin' a lil too violent"
For my chain this Glock go, "Fah", now I'm rockin' bloody diamond
Pull on they block, let off the drac' and I don't stop 'til I hear sirens
Bitch, I act the way I act 'cause grew up with no guidance
Went on Twitter opps is wolfin' since I got back niggas been silent
We'll drench a nigga like we took the screws up off the hydrants
[?] shells knocked out his eye now he 'round this bitch look like a pirate
One of one Amiri jeans, bitch, I'm flyer than a pilot
And I'm hotter than a bitch right now and I ain't reach my climate
And I'm like stop and we gon' drop
We gon' hit up they block, let off three hundred shots
He screamin', "No, no", nigga, that's how Toss Gang roll
