Lunch Break Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
Ayy, watch out
Ayy, watch out
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
Ayy, where the f*ck the lighter at?

[Verse]
Drank got me down bad, I'm dizzy
Twelve hatin’ 'cause that spot be busy
Told them folks if they got drugs, get near me
Drip before I hit a opp with the semi'
I'm from the trench, I go Demon 'fore Bentley
Drank the whole pint, I'ma leave this bih' empty
Come outside, I got my fye on my side
n*gga think he throwed, we tryna open his eye
I'on be lacked out, I got two different fyes
Spin the b*tch out, I can get some new tires
Fit blacked out, like I sat in some fire
Made the b*tch stand down, she talm' 'bout, "Why?"
Come 'round the gang, you wanna act like a guy
Take her on a heist, I'm finna see if she's pie
My blick gon' slang, it's a victory fire
Your blick gon' jam, better not bring it to the fight
n*ggas don't understand, I'm a thief in the night
Drip expand, and so do the price
Nig-, my paper, they fight
I'on ever say sh*t but these n*ggas bitin'
My drip is spacious, you thinkin' you fly
The plug he think he Jamaican, he white
I got my blick out, I know the bih' gon' swang sum'
Hit for a blick, I gotta write my name on it
Gen 6 Glock, I know gang gon' want it
Re-, make regular drip look like somethin', they gon' want it
Talkin' 'bout drip, ah, you not even on that
n*gga be hatin’ but that’s light, I'm on that
.223 and the ARP
Mini-store lit, I got sticks in the V
Don't be capped out, this bih-
All these designer brand, I thought they was cheap
Designer brand, I thought they was cheap
Roll up some 'za, I like it on beats
You is a bot, every day you repeat
You ain't on sh*t, you can't relate to the street
Sellin' that 'za, we had to leave for some weeks
Give me two guns, and we can get a feat
n*gga better stand down, that boy ready to retreat
Capped out, talm 'bout she listen to R&B
Popped out, I leave my tire on the street
Opped out, you gettin' robbed for your weave
sh*t comin', I'm havin' money disease
Big stomach, that's from drinkin' that lean
Fit bummin', but I ain't trippin', I eat
Gotta have, n*gga hatin’ in the bleachers
Up with the Gen, jumpin' out my hand
Puttin' on brand, I'm makin' 'em trend
I just be trollin', I promise I'm playin'
Twelve, if you listenin', this is not the man
Trench boy, act like I got it out the sand
Real trench sh*t, n*gga, f*ck you sayin'?
Sell some weed before I put it in the pan
Know you f*cked up when you put it in my hand
Know this sh*t yuck when I break down the strand
I got some V-Bucks, I can go buy some skins
Know she gon' f*ck if she drivin' the Benz
I'on trust sh*t, you see my fire through my pants?
I'on trust sh*t, you see my-
I'on trust sh*t, you see my-, uh, uh
I'on trust sh*t, you see my fire through my pants?
I'on trust sh*t, you see my fire through my pants?
[Outro]
f*ck
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
Ayy, watch out
Ayy, watch out
Ayy, watch out
f*ck