Lunch Break Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Water, ayy
Water, ayy
Dropped out, I need my G.E.D
Free the opps, let 'em break free
Water, BLP
Ol' buddy say he—, ayy, ayy, water, know me
Uh, uh
Water

[Verse]
Ol' buddy say he big juulin'
Business boomin', this sh*t too exuberant
Cougar b*tch say I'm a dog, we don't do groomin'
I'ma finger f*ck the Drac' 'till I see Rick Rubin
Wicks stand up to the sky, he don't rock a low boy
I'm gettin' bread, they thought I'd be a poor boy
I used to bury bruh pills, now we both dough boys
Jew Hefner with the mag, we do not play, boy
Bad b*tch from the crib say she know Cole
I got old money, and I clutch older poles
Thin pockets turned thick, now they over swole
I used to eat Filet-o-Fish, now it's dover sole
Ayy, Santiago hoppin' out the dog pound
I'm in your backyard like the the Lords of Dogtown
I let that whole clip off, I see that manbun
Put it on my jitt, I don't got no damn son
Ain't sh*t to drop a bag, forty-ball, peasy
If they let me on that level, I'll pop Yeezy
I got smackers in the Yams like I'm Ball Greezy
Way the wand paint they top red, Ron Weasley
And jitt dropped the wall, he won't stop cheesin'
All I used to bump Glokk, free lil' G-Neezy
Get up on him from behind like I'm Luigi
Now they tryna turn me pro like I'm the new Weezy
But I ain't here to please, y'all way too demonic
I don't even like they taste, Joe Bastianich
Cracker can't kick, push in my clothes, let alone walk a mile in my size ten Ghibli Crockers
I hit a lick in Coral Gables, you at Art Basel
Put a hole in everybody, everything bagel
Jitt figulating, we do not finagle
All them boys pus*y and their strings attached
Call it cat's cradle, make 'em log off
Jitt servin' white girl, Bobby Althoff
With a bad b*tch on the I, gettin' gnawed off
Rudy overseas with them members, we are not lost
Don't let underthinkers tell you you an overthinker
Beat the f*ck up out the road, I don't use my blinkers
Swing my rod in the field and I'm hittin' demons
Crackers eatin' high, sippin' Pickled Sphincter, I don't wanna network
You got hot breath, then that b*tch linger
f*ck a cracker, I could pull the trigger with my middle finger
Hoes droppin' net, gettin' [?] the ring-dinger
Before I cuff a b*tch, cut off my ring finger
Highschool, but this Dropout Musical
Opps out, so this Hop Out Musical
Free my dogs locked down in them cubicles
I brought the swamp to the beach, so it's bracker season
Left pocket, no guns, other pocket Republican, dead crackers and they all Crips
But they still bleedin', and crackers still leachin'
I brought the swamp to the beach, so it's bracker season
[Outro]
Water, ayy