Lunch Break Freestyle

Lyrics

[Intro] Oh my God Oh my—, oh my God, my—, my nuts, they itch [Verse] Wow, watch this Finna spill the beans, nigga, get a mop quick Finna roll a nigga up, where my chopsticks? And don't touch DDG no more, that's my bitch Mwah, gimme kiss Wanna be me, nigga, that isn't this Money-tarian, a hunnid racks on a dish Let me get right, get relaxed in this bitch I get to rappin' this shit like high school Crackin' bands, I ain't had none If my daddy see me now, he'd say I'm his bad son How you know life a bitch? You never had one How you know success easy? You ain't never had none Twelve in the trap, kitchen full of crack crumbs Unc' in there whippin' babies, Jill Jackson Just bought a TEC (Grrt), I'll ask him Buyin' Prada in Milan, what the fuck is Pacsun? Last night, was in a drop top gettin' mop top Look like my bitch—, way I had her jaw drop Stonеs in my mouth candy, not Pop Rocks Glock 9 came in handy, I don't box Thought you was that nigga, sir, you are not I You hate mе, I never heard of you, we not opps Anyone don't see the picture gettin' cropped out Money come like cha-cha, up my net', hotspot Lil' bitch keep askin' me, "When we gon' shop?" Can't let go of these blue faces, Chrisean Rock Jump on your block like I'm playin' hopscotch Make a nigga pop-lock when I up—up the Glock Heard you down bad, is you up-up or not? "More Monster, sir?" Yep, yep, alot Probably go broke 'fore I come fuck with thots Ehh, I'll probably do that, broke or not Anyways, tired of motherfuckers like you Always comin' up to me while I do what I do Like, "Ain't you NASAAN? You the 'jackin'-off' dude Ain't your daddy Big Proof? You know Eminem too? Y'all should redo D12, you'll be Proof number two Wait, y'all could start a whole 'nother crew Call it, 'Nigga, and a White Guy with Attitude'" Bro, I don't really even know the dude Bought a minivan, I'm headin' on tour in it Broken door hinges from stuffin' these whores in it Told the store attendant I needed it more tinted I'm shootin' a porn in it, directed by Cole Bennett G Herbo debit card, bitch got no limit G string by my jaw, put my nose in it [?], reverse that when you finished I made lemonade outta life when Cole gave me lemons, lil' bitch [Outro] Lil' bitch, hahaha DDG, I'm almost home, baby Baby girl, I know you—, I know you miss me Haha