Lunch Break Freestyle

Lyrics

[Intro] Water, ayy Water, ayy Dropped out, I need my G.E.D Free the opps, let 'em break free Water, BLP Ol' buddy say he—, ayy, ayy, water, know me Uh, uh Water [Verse] Ol' buddy say he big juulin' Business boomin', this shit too exuberant Cougar bitch say I'm a dog, we don't do groomin' I'ma finger fuck the Drac' 'till I see Rick Rubin Wicks stand up to the sky, he don't rock a low boy I'm gettin' bread, they thought I'd be a poor boy I used to bury bruh pills, now we both dough boys Jew Hefner with the mag, we do not play, boy Bad bitch from the crib say she know Cole I got old money, and I clutch older poles Thin pockets turned thick, now they over swole I used to eat Filet-o-Fish, now it's dover sole Ayy, Santiago hoppin' out the dog pound I'm in your backyard like the the Lords of Dogtown I let that whole clip off, I see that manbun Put it on my jitt, I don't got no damn son Ain't shit to drop a bag, forty-ball, peasy If they let me on that level, I'll pop Yeezy I got smackers in the Yams like I'm Ball Greezy Way the wand paint they top red, Ron Weasley And jitt dropped the wall, he won't stop cheesin' All I used to bump Glokk, free lil' G-Neezy Get up on him from behind like I'm Luigi Now they tryna turn me pro like I'm the new Weezy But I ain't here to please, y'all way too demonic I don't even like they taste, Joe Bastianich Cracker can't kick, push in my clothes, let alone walk a mile in my size ten Ghibli Crockers I hit a lick in Coral Gables, you at Art Basel Put a hole in everybody, everything bagel Jitt figulating, we do not finagle All them boys pussy and their strings attached Call it cat's cradle, make 'em log off Jitt servin' white girl, Bobby Althoff With a bad bitch on the I, gettin' gnawed off Rudy overseas with them members, we are not lost Don't let underthinkers tell you you an overthinker Beat the fuck up out the road, I don't use my blinkers Swing my rod in the field and I'm hittin' demons Crackers eatin' high, sippin' Pickled Sphincter, I don't wanna network You got hot breath, then that bitch linger Fuck a cracker, I could pull the trigger with my middle finger Hoes droppin' net, gettin' [?] the ring-dinger Before I cuff a bitch, cut off my ring finger Highschool, but this Dropout Musical Opps out, so this Hop Out Musical Free my dogs locked down in them cubicles I brought the swamp to the beach, so it's bracker season Left pocket, no guns, other pocket Republican, dead crackers and they all Crips But they still bleedin', and crackers still leachin' I brought the swamp to the beach, so it's bracker season [Outro] Water, ayy