Lunch Time
Lyrics
Ima fix me a meal in the spot like hibachi
Sixty Nine raccs this is not no Tekashi
Sunny outside lets ride Kawasaki's
Whatever I spit c hot like some Takis
My brother is but I'm not into boxing
Where we lived, we trapped straight out he faucet
No blending in, we turned straight into bosses
So there it is, go get it and floss it
Bacc on my grizzy, I hope they free bear
Idk if it's fair, idc if he did it
They'll give you the chair, for putting bud in the air
So you better c smooth when you riding the city
Duccin' the cops, just tryna get to the spot
Got a wood in my ear with a fitted
I'm fresher than you, when I say that I meant it
Still roll with my Buddy, we walking in Lennox
ATL with it, I look I'm Diddy, literally
Looking just like I just did it, no fear in me
I really don't think that hearing me, clearly
Not a redskin can you take out the spear in me
Gotta cut off all of this negative energy
And I gotta do this shit immediately
Deposit the bank I do that shit repeatedly
Go to spot and I slice it up equally
Crip I'm the goat, spit like the pope
I ain't leaving no hope, had my bacc on the ropes
Single file line bacc to bacc with my bro's
Seats laid bacc, now I trap in a rolls
Bacc in day used to patch up the goal
Laugh in they face 100 raccs is the goal
Tax free money we count up fasho
On top of the pedestal, adios
Ima fix me a meal in the spot like hibachi
Sixty Nine raccs this is not no Tekashi
Sunny outside lets ride Kawasaki's
Whatever I spit c hot like some Takis
My brother is but I'm not into boxing
Where we lived, we trapped straight out he faucet
No blending in, we turned straight into bosses
So there it is, go get it and floss it
Bacc on my grizzy, I hope they free bear
Idk if it's fair, idc if he did it
They'll give you the chair, for putting bud in the air
So you better c smooth when you riding the city
Duccin' the cops, just tryna get to the spot
Got a wood in my ear with a fitted
I'm fresher than you, when I say that I meant it
Still roll with my Buddy, we walking in Lennox
ATL with it, I look I'm Diddy, literally
Looking just like I just did it, no fear in me
I really don't think that hearing me, clearly
Not a redskin can you take out the spear in me
Gotta cut off all of this negative energy
And I gotta do this shit immediately
Deposit the bank I do that shit repeatedly
Go to spot and I slice it up equally
Crip I'm the goat, spit like the pope
I ain't leaving no hope, had my bacc on the ropes
Single file line bacc to bacc with my bro's
Seats laid bacc, now I trap in a rolls
Bacc in day used to patch up the goal
Laugh in they face 100 raccs is the goal
Tax free money we count up fasho
On top of the pedestal, adios
Writer(s): Anthony Kincade
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
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