NoWhere, Sir Eddie C, Zado - What's for Lunch Lyrics

(I do alot I do alot
I do my own stunts)
I don’t trust cops or hoes that wear dad hats
Both a fuck you then ask you where the cash at?
You take a hit they put a number on you running back
This that dope shit one hit then you coming back
Submerged in this drip, watch me flow an ocean then
Shows a full house and me and Zado the Olsen twins
Going in like three pics they think you go with them
Keep me out yo group chat I’m already in your girl DM
Already jiggy, no per diem already shine your lights is dim
Move with the sharks and I can’t swim
This is not verse this a hieroglyph
I know why they mad let them suffer
Look i’m way in my bag and that’s a duffle
The Feather in ya cap is way too ruffled
Niggas flipping sides and I’m way too Russell
Nigga fuck you This that Heyman hustle
E C’ing W’s and I ain’t gotta wrestle
What’s for lunch What’s for lunch
Put these rappers in a bunch
And I bet that imma munch
Are you dunce? Rap to me like brunch
Eat my dust, I do my own stunts
I do my own stunts I do my own stunts
What’s for lunch What’s for lunch
Put these rappers in a bunch
And I bet that imma munch
Evel Knievel With the flexes and shit
You niggas Worried bout some txts and shit
Me? I can’t go like that, nah I can’t go for that
Me and Eddie Hall and Oates
Running schemes Macaulay Caulkin
Need the spleen, collar choke
I’m rapping like Tha Carter 3
Head so good I crash the Whip then fix the grill thats Cardi B
I finish what u started, it’s the big body bandit
Pimping in my Parliament my scriptures read like Hamlet
I be in the cut like a bandage
Backgammon the wrist, nigga go and check the standings
The tandem i’m Gap bandin’ im outstanding
Beat the beat the fuck up nigga i’m heavy handed
It’s Lil Zado from the Jside
You niggas falling to the Wayside
She try to hit me on the facetime
I ignore it i’m too busy beating baselines
Keep your head high long as your face down
If they dont give me my respect then imma take mine
And I could never be a lame
Bitch kiss the crucifix and put your lips up on my chain
What’s for lunch What’s for lunch
Put these rappers in a bunch
And I bet that imma munch
Are you dunce? Rap to me like brunch
Eat my dust I do my own stunts
I do my own stunts I do my own stunts
What’s for lunch What’s for lunch
Put these rappers in a bunch
And I bet that imma munch

(I do alot I do alot
I do my own stunts)
I don’t trust cops or hoes that wear dad hats
Both a fuck you then ask you where the cash at?
You take a hit they put a number on you running back
This that dope shit one hit then you coming back
Submerged in this drip, watch me flow an ocean then
Shows a full house and me and Zado the Olsen twins
Going in like three pics they think you go with them
Keep me out yo group chat I’m already in your girl DM
Already jiggy, no per diem already shine your lights is dim
Move with the sharks and I can’t swim
This is not verse this a hieroglyph
I know why they mad let them suffer
Look i’m way in my bag and that’s a duffle
The Feather in ya cap is way too ruffled
Niggas flipping sides and I’m way too Russell
Nigga fuck you This that Heyman hustle
E C’ing W’s and I ain’t gotta wrestle
What’s for lunch What’s for lunch
Put these rappers in a bunch
And I bet that imma munch
Are you dunce? Rap to me like brunch
Eat my dust, I do my own stunts
I do my own stunts I do my own stunts
What’s for lunch What’s for lunch
Put these rappers in a bunch
And I bet that imma munch
Evel Knievel With the flexes and shit
You niggas Worried bout some txts and shit
Me? I can’t go like that, nah I can’t go for that
Me and Eddie Hall and Oates
Running schemes Macaulay Caulkin
Need the spleen, collar choke
I’m rapping like Tha Carter 3
Head so good I crash the Whip then fix the grill thats Cardi B
I finish what u started, it’s the big body bandit
Pimping in my Parliament my scriptures read like Hamlet
I be in the cut like a bandage
Backgammon the wrist, nigga go and check the standings
The tandem i’m Gap bandin’ im outstanding
Beat the beat the fuck up nigga i’m heavy handed
It’s Lil Zado from the Jside
You niggas falling to the Wayside
She try to hit me on the facetime
I ignore it i’m too busy beating baselines
Keep your head high long as your face down
If they dont give me my respect then imma take mine
And I could never be a lame
Bitch kiss the crucifix and put your lips up on my chain
What’s for lunch What’s for lunch
Put these rappers in a bunch
And I bet that imma munch
Are you dunce? Rap to me like brunch
Eat my dust I do my own stunts
I do my own stunts I do my own stunts
What’s for lunch What’s for lunch
Put these rappers in a bunch
And I bet that imma munch