Lunch lyrics

[intro: FMB DZ]
Da biggest woo n*gga
Da biggest ape in America
Yea I stand on that sh*t n*gga
No bap n*gga
Any n*gga disrespect me gon watch n*gga

[Verse 1: FMB DZ]
Tell that n*gga watch his mouth when he speak on me
Ten thousand dollar outfit on
Yea ain''t sh*t cheep on me
All this water drippin on my body
It's a leak on me
I Caught a petty case
Them b*tches caught me with some weed on me
That sh*t slowed me down, but I ain't gon' lie, 'cause I was moving fast
You racin to amiri’s
Im just tryin not to finish last
I’s feelin like school was bullsh*t
So I was skipping class
Me and brodie knew we was 20 deep
Get on n*ggas’ ass
n*gga i done spent some long nights tryna get it up
I can't even tеll you how many times I felt like giving up
I was slacking for a long timе
Im bout to pick it up
Made man
I won't pay a dime a n*gga touched
Mob members
We don't pay attention to dem loud n*ggas
Never catch me on Inshtagram telling my business
Pull up on you like the clean up men
We got the mop with us
We'll burn a n*gga's spot down
If he don shop with us
[Verse 2: FMB DZ]
We'll burn a n*gga's spot down
If they don't cop with us
We the ones who do the robbing, ain't no cops with us
I can't even count up all deez rounds
We got a lot with us
And I don't wanna hit that b*tch
She let knox hit it
I ain't coppin whips off the street
I'm off the lot n*gga
I catch an opp and choke slam him like The Rock n*gga
n*gga think he taking something from me
You off rock n*gga
Wake up to your b*tch
She serve breakfast and top with it
When you see the gang in the party
Put your chains up!
I don't give a f*ck where I'm at!
Throw my gang up!
Pull up to your hood
One deep, not a chain tucked!
Oh b*tch, you got that wet wet?
Beat the blade up!
I can't even count how many times
A n*gga gave up
Bring that big body out
Hold the lanes up
Ill pull up get the job done
Ion say much
My b*tch like the wrong pic
We gon' break up
n*gga
[Verse 3: FMB DZ]
The feds like oh sh*t, Big Woo back
Heard them boys hit you in your sh*t
And you ain't shoot back
I heard them n*ggas ran you out your section
And they stepped on you
Told bro we droppin back to back
We got a check coming
Pulled up on another n*gga b*tch
And left the vet running
Nah Pulled up on another n*gga b*tch and got the neck frm her

[Verse 4: FMB DZ]
It's on me now, got the bag round, I'm big homie now
I don't wanna hear that bullsh*t, you gotta show me now

[Verse 5: Da Boi]
Nah ion wanna hear that bullsh*t n*gga
Show me
Big guns, 223 bullets and a 40
f*ck what n*ggas saying on them songs, n*gga, smoke me
Cold summer? b*tch, what? I'm cozy
I be with the gangstas, the robbers, the mob members
Every b*tch in this club bad
It's like god sent her
I supplied the uh
To the gang when it got realer
I hit that b*tch from the front
And she got thicker
n*gga