Lunch lyrics

[Intro]
(Hey, get in here, Teejmadeit)
Teej, know your booth
We on Teej, don't know why he did it, Tee

[Chorus]
Shorty some thick lil' sh*t (Thick lil'), her ass weigh a ton (Big sh*t), I just might take her to lunch (Take her to brunch)
I walk in the club, she tappin' her friend, like, "Girl, I wanna hunch" (Yeah)
Rockin' this ice, servin' this spice (Spice), I got the munchies (Uh)
Pull down on Tuesday and get you some smack, we servin' the raw on Mondays (Servin' the raw on Mondays)

[Verse]
Catch an opp and go find him (Bah)
I got that sh*t on, b*tch, I'm beyond trim (Beyond trim)
n*ggas be talkin' 'bout motion and talkin' 'bout pape', ain't got more than my son 'nem (No yap)
Look, I'm from the hood like a Honda, pull up likе Obama, man, I'm on these f*ck n*ggas bumper (No yap)
Ridin' in a horsе with a llama
n*gga play, l'ma thump him, put his ass underground like a bunker (Bah, bah, bah)
I'm cookin' dope and that sh*t smell so good, you would think granny cooked some lasagna (Yum)
Ayy, n*ggas ain't talkin' 'bout nunya (Nothin')
Walk down on a beat like I'm havin' bunions (Ah)
Ayy, these lil' n*ggas, they wake up and hate, I wake up and go get the munyun (Munyun)
Glock 23, no time to debate, I slam on your ass like Bron Bron (Slam)
n*gga go live, we'll force his pipes, catch him and he ain't got nothin' on (Nothin')
Ayy, ARP with the tracers (Tracers), scope, and a lasers, b*tch, I got a gun-gun (Gun-gun)
Where the f*ck is the opps? I just got my load up (Load), hopped outside the whip with my pole out (Bah)
I walk in a room, she takin' her clothes off, French tips, she got her toes out (Freaky)
Ain't f*ckin' with n*ggas, I'm takin' the old route, I feel like Lil' Yay with the gold mouth (Money)
I ain't tryna work no nine-to-five, but feel like a waiter, I'm dishin' them 'bows out (Dishin')
Ayy, I feel like Dora, got 'bows in my backpack (Dora)
Red eye, took me a 'Cat nap
I stuck them bands in a Louie V nap sack, Serena, I'm havin' rack-racks (Racks)
Buss down a big-ass clock like Flavor Flav
These not Chucks, but this tailor made (Tailor)
I get high like Taylor Gang (High)
Big Yay got sauce like Raising Cane's (Sauce)
[Chorus]
Shorty some thick lil' sh*t (Thick lil'), her ass weigh a ton (Big sh*t), I just might take her to lunch (Take her to brunch)
I walk in the club, she tappin' her friend, like, "Girl, I wanna hunch" (Hunch)
Rockin' this ice, servin' this spice (Spice), I got the munchies (Uh)
Pull down on Tuesday and get you some smack, we servin' the raw on Mondays (Servin' the raw on Mondays)
Shorty some thick lil' sh*t, her ass weigh a ton, I just might take her to lunch (Take her to lunch)
I walk in the club, she tappin' her friend, like, "Girl, I wanna hunch" (I wanna hunch)
Rockin' this ice, servin' this spice, I got the munchies (I got the munchies)
Pull down on Tuesday and get you some smack, we servin' the raw on Mondays (Servin' the raw on Mondays)

[Outro]
Monday night raw, n*gga, you pull up on Tuesday, get you some smack, n*gga
You ain't puttin'-pickin' up what the f*ck I'm puttin' down, n*gga, you need to turn that sh*t
Rewind that sh*t and go listen what I said from the beginning of the song, n*gga
Yeah, I ain't gon' lead you on, n*gga, just listen to my songs, n*gga, on God