Lunch Break Freestyle

Lyrics

[Intro] Fuck, fuck, fuck Ayy, watch out Ayy, watch out Fuck, fuck, fuck Ayy, where the fuck the lighter at? [Verse] Drank got me down bad, I'm dizzy Twelve hatin' 'cause that spot be busy Told them folks if they got drugs, get near me Drip before I hit a opp with the semi' I'm from the trench, I go Demon 'fore Bentley Drank the whole pint, I'ma leave this bih' empty Come outside, I got my fye on my side Nigga think he throwed, we tryna open his eye I'on be lacked out, I got two different fyes Spin the bitch out, I can get some new tires Fit blacked out, like I sat in some fire Made the bitch stand down, she talm' 'bout, "Why?" Come 'round the gang, you wanna act like a guy Take her on a heist, I'm finna see if she's pie My blick gon' slang, it's a victory fire Your blick gon' jam, better not bring it to the fight Niggas don't understand, I'm a thief in the night Drip expand, and so do the price Nig-, my paper, they fight I'on ever say shit but these niggas bitin' My drip is spacious, you thinkin' you fly The plug he think he Jamaican, he white I got my blick out, I know the bih' gon' swang sum' Hit for a blick, I gotta write my name on it Gen 6 Glock, I know gang gon' want it Re-, make regular drip look like somethin', they gon' want it Talkin' 'bout drip, ah, you not even on that Nigga be hatin' but that's light, I'm on that .223 and the ARP Mini-store lit, I got sticks in the V Don't be capped out, this bih- All these designer brand, I thought they was cheap Designer brand, I thought they was cheap Roll up some 'za, I like it on beats You is a bot, every day you repeat You ain't on shit, you can't relate to the street Sellin' that 'za, we had to leave for some weeks Give me two guns, and we can get a feat Nigga better stand down, that boy ready to retreat Capped out, talm 'bout she listen to R&B Popped out, I leave my tire on the street Opped out, you gettin' robbed for your weave Shit comin', I'm havin' money disease Big stomach, that's from drinkin' that lean Fit bummin', but I ain't trippin', I eat Gotta have, nigga hatin' in the bleachers Up with the Gen, jumpin' out my hand Puttin' on brand, I'm makin' 'em trend I just be trollin', I promise I'm playin' Twelve, if you listenin', this is not the man Trench boy, act like I got it out the sand Real trench shit, nigga, fuck you sayin'? Sell some weed before I put it in the pan Know you fucked up when you put it in my hand Know this shit yuck when I break down the strand I got some V-Bucks, I can go buy some skins Know she gon' fuck if she drivin' the Benz I'on trust shit, you see my fire through my pants? I'on trust shit, you see my- I'on trust shit, you see my-, uh, uh I'on trust shit, you see my fire through my pants? I'on trust shit, you see my fire through my pants? [Outro] Fuck Fuck, fuck, fuck Ayy, watch out Ayy, watch out Ayy, watch out Fuck