Lunch Break Freestyle

Lyrics

[Intro: DCG Shun] I ain't bein' ginger today, Gentle Lunch Break Freestyle, let's eat He ain't gettin' back up I say, look, I say, uh [Verse 1: DCG Shun, DCG Bsavv & Chorus] First nigga fall, he fucked If you don't bail out right now, we pull on they block, these niggas gon' see my truck Niggas keep postin' on Facebook, sendin' him prayers and postin' his people up (Wah, wah, wah) Fuck yo' son, I come add it on her status and said he ain't gettin' back up Bitch, money on my head, I still ain't dead, I still ain't tint my truck I clapped yo' ass wit' one of my favorite Glocks, I never come— (Give this up) Uh-uh, she love that nigga, she prayin' for him, we finna come lift him up Soon as he die, I'm makin' my homie'nem fuck her, and tell her, go build her up (Uh-huh) She fuckin' that nigga like I don't even know, that shit just killed my trust I heard that shit and laughed, if I was high, I wouldn't even gave a— (Damn) When niggas go broke, they favorite lie, "Ayy bro, I'm savin' up" I done got rich in a year, he still ain't rich, shit, I woulda gave it up Uh, uh, look, I woulda gave it up The police ask you questions, you told the truth, shit, I woulda made it up I ran it down the court, pass to my mans, shit, you woulda laid it up Shun ain't got enough dick for none of these hoes, my lil' bitch ate it up (She did) My lil' bitch ate it down It's eighty degrees outside, they say they posted, (Frrt), eighty rounds One of my opps tryna rap, I ain't even gon' hate, I really just— (Hate his sound) And you don't gotta pass the lead, I'm already up, I don't need no favors [Verse 2: DCG Bsavv, DCG Shun & Chorus] Look, I'm ridin' through there right now Just like a mattress, I'm 'bout to lay it down I'm runnin' that bitch myself and tyin' him up, and told him don't make a— My opps so slow, they don't even got no feet and can't even pronounce a noun Like a CO, we finna shake it down Back then they love me, but hate me— (Now) I'm in a straight A [?] Fuck all that yellin', the nigga better— ([?] me down) It's always niggas who never did shit tellin' a nigga, "You better go ask around" I'm finna flag it down in the stores and they tryna— (Tax me down) Stores, and they tryna tax me down, no LOLs, I ain't laugh out— (Loud) I'm on the road, and I got some bowls, and we got some poles, and we goin' to— (Rolling Loud) I be so cold, a nigga got cold just doin' these shows, I'm jumpin' in— (All the crowds) It's been so long, my nigga did ten and he doin' time, and he finna— (Walk 'em down) This bitch so deep inside of her bag, I still like to spoil her, but she like to boss around I'm flyin' my bitch, so fly in the air that she coulda— (Lost her crown) I'm hittin' yo' ho in the head, I'm foldin' her legs, like how she get tossed around I been say whatever I said, them niggas get scared, that's why they don't come a— ('Round) My career, my shit been off the ground He was walkin', the nigga ain't talkin' now Nigga lost his top, and I went and find this shit up there though (Shit was in the lost and found) Got a hunnid P's, you gon' get you two for three if you make a offer now She was textin' me talkin' 'bout she gon' eat this dick, bitch, you actin'— (Awkward now) I was workin' but that shit really ain't payin' off, so now I'm clockin' out [Verse 3: DCG Msavv, DCG Shun & Chorus] Fuck it, he checkin' out Out at his crib, we stakin' out Shots at his head, scary ass nigga be duckin', I'm tryna take him out You lovin' that ho, she nothin', yo' right-hand man, she tryna suck him All on my dick, I won't even fuck her, free all the killers who ain't say nothin' (I won't say nothin') I won't ever tell, I won't say shit, it look like we up and dyin' rich Tell 'em I ain't really had died, bitch Tell him he really had died a snitch Ridin' wit' fours, slide down his block and dome, we hit his eye and nose Callin' the pressure, nigga had died from pressure, I know that shit hurt the most I'm ridin' wit' mine, it's never a issue "I'm blowin' my gun," I'm blowin' it wit' you Out on parole, I still wanna hit him, shit, don't stop, might catch up wit' you (Might catch up wit' him) I'm ridin' this bitch, and I'm ridin' it fast Prayin' to God that I never'll crash Yo' bitch wanna fuck, she hittin' you last Out on the block, she hangin' wit' gang Came in this bitch, I came wit' aim Came in this bitch, I came wit'— (Aim) It's society, what you gon' be like, O-Dog, or you gon' die like Caine? I'm sayin' this shit get ugly Took shots, I'm sayin' I'm lucky I'm knowin' they sayin' they fucked me, them niggas'll talk, but never'll touch me I'm knowin' they sayin' it's nothin', I fuck, I'm buyin' her somethin' Listen to me, how you ain't givin' her funds but you out here givin' her D? Listen to me, I'm tryna hurt me a nigga, you really tryna be Listen to me, I'm tryna hurt me a nigga, I'm tryna hurt me a nigga [Outro: DCG Shun, DCG Bsavv & DCG Msavv] Rrrr, I'm tryna hurt one of these niggas, man Ahaha Lunch Break, bitch