Lunch Break Freestyle

Lyrics

Part I [Verse 1] I ain't coming out to hang, I ain't coming out to link I like being by myself, sit at home and overthink I be really on the—, brrt I be really on the game, I was rich before the fame I still talk to old bitches 'cause they never say I changed I say, "Hit the gas station," I'm that everywhere [?] Money stackin' up, look, I'm a tall guy She thought I was buying her a birk', wrong guy I said that I love you, I was lying, am I wrong? I got so much bitches, I can never right my wrongs Might go Rolls Royce, might go Benz truck So much on my mind, I can't lift my head up Daddy left the house so you got to man up Even if I lost my legs, I'm runnin' bands up Call mе Rich Paul, I might send them black trucks He know not to play with mе, I send a man hunt Huh, I send a man hunt He know not to play with me, I send a man hunt But I got that— I got that AK in my lap, I bet that ho gon' stand up Uh, uh, that ho gon' understand us I tell niggas, "You get left or you get right, ain't nothin' of that" I said Part II [Verse 2] She was like, "Baby, I [?] you," just had to tell her I'm 7.62 I hate when a nigga be mad, how you mad that I'm better than you? If I sit on my money right now, swear to God I might pop out the roof Yeah, rude boy, boy, step to the right, [?] get the hell out mi sight Grim Reaper, Imma swing with a scythe Man, I drink much, bu-but I drink Red Stripe How the fuck [?]? Sean Paul, baby, come give me the light I'll give you life like a pedialyte We on your streets like them Israelites Sexy girl wan' peep on the dread, one cheese burger with the coco bread Left a [?] and the shirt turn red, it [?] I don't even want it, I don't even need it I'm with my twin like Serena and Venus I'm with the Ye like I work with Adidas I get that cheese and the bread and that pita PART III [Verse 3] I'm prayin' to God they keepin' it music Niggas wanna talk down, ride 'round and tell my young niggas to pull up and shoot shit Like who bro think he foolin'? I hit on his dime, his day get ruined I heard that he switched on the gang, diss my girl, the hell is you doing? Like bro, I don't even know, I got a stick, droppin' the low And I don't even know lil' bro, this niggas lucky I don't stack hoes I call my young nigga Curtis, he kickin' the stick and it blow He gon' die tryin', hit him with a .50, he must like hoes 21, 21, baby, I'm so damn Florida, look at my teeth And I don't even know 'bout bro, don't like his vibe, jit too sweet Heard that boy seen 12, I was like, "Where?" That's like Neo And I don't even like them pigs, niggas, they fried, just like Rio You flip with the cat like you Leo, I promise I pray every day I promise I look up to God, I give him the thanks, he gave me a way I grip on the Bible like K, I handle the work like I'm Trey [Outro] I'm done with these niggas, yeah, uh Pull up, I'm vibin' in this bitch Pull up, they know I be slidin' in this shit Yeah, I pull up and hide in this bitch I put my eye on the bitch, I'm I might even like the bitch, uh I might even like the bitch Honestly, I might just wife the bitch I don't even know, I might, I might pipe the bitch