Lunch Time Freestyle
Blessing these bitches achoo
They got to step it up they know I chew
Bitches put Benji up in they top two
Don't get it confused cause baby not two
Bitch I'm the one they know wassup with me
Come and tell me what they know about you
That you can't fuck with me
That bitch you under me that in a hundred years
Won't be another me
Why the be coming for me
Why the gunning for me
To aim at a bitch they got to be in your front
So I'm ahead and these bitches running for me
That shit there funny to me
I keep them coming for free
They swarming in flocks bitch
I ain't got no ops bitch
You a fan and you coming to see the show
You bitches is jokes
You bitches is hoaxes
You bitches is hoes
Shit here to easy not that you would know
Bitch go touch your nose
You all in my business
Lil ugly bitch gone and mind yours
I don't bother nobody nobody at all
So how the fuck they gone find yours
Don't poke at no bear fore sure
Colder than a polar bear I'm froze
I'm all in the air like Co-vid
Bitch don't act like you ain't know this
Bitch don't act like you ain't notice
Bitches be bogus
This murder and you know who wrote it
You a cheap trick ole freak bitch
Ima call yo ass hocus pocus
Hate be realer than the love
Can't trust a bitch who can't even keep it a buck
You a rub a dub dub
Bitches washed up but not in the tub with they dove
I gave a hand to you bitches
If I could change the past
It be no chance for you bitches
I do my dance on you bitches
Lil waist ass poke out the pants on you bitches
Who's bad
I'm bad
Real Bad
Hoes Mad Kiss My Ass
Y'all Fake
Y'all hate
Don't got a reason
Hoe pick this or that
The lips or ass
Waist or face
Body Shape or is it the talent bitch
Got milk by the gallon bitch
I'm a city boy on some stallion shit
Skip the bitch
Back to me bitches ain't real in reality
Ain't this to me or that to me
Fuck the bitch on god no blasphemy
They bat for me
Blast for me
Make a call they'd whoop yo ass for me
I'm the one get it done
Grab the gun kill a bitch no casualties
The anatomy I'm built like that
You hoes trying to get like that
Gifted with it that's the difference
I excel where you other hoes lack
It's in me not on me you bitches is phony
Whole circle faker than bologna
Ball on a bitch like I'm Kobe
Tell the truth I'm a Young OG Bitch
They got to step it up they know I chew
Bitches put Benji up in they top two
Don't get it confused cause baby not two
Bitch I'm the one they know wassup with me
Come and tell me what they know about you
That you can't fuck with me
That bitch you under me that in a hundred years
Won't be another me
Why the be coming for me
Why the gunning for me
To aim at a bitch they got to be in your front
So I'm ahead and these bitches running for me
That shit there funny to me
I keep them coming for free
They swarming in flocks bitch
I ain't got no ops bitch
You a fan and you coming to see the show
You bitches is jokes
You bitches is hoaxes
You bitches is hoes
Shit here to easy not that you would know
Bitch go touch your nose
You all in my business
Lil ugly bitch gone and mind yours
I don't bother nobody nobody at all
So how the fuck they gone find yours
Don't poke at no bear fore sure
Colder than a polar bear I'm froze
I'm all in the air like Co-vid
Bitch don't act like you ain't know this
Bitch don't act like you ain't notice
Bitches be bogus
This murder and you know who wrote it
You a cheap trick ole freak bitch
Ima call yo ass hocus pocus
Hate be realer than the love
Can't trust a bitch who can't even keep it a buck
You a rub a dub dub
Bitches washed up but not in the tub with they dove
I gave a hand to you bitches
If I could change the past
It be no chance for you bitches
I do my dance on you bitches
Lil waist ass poke out the pants on you bitches
Who's bad
I'm bad
Real Bad
Hoes Mad Kiss My Ass
Y'all Fake
Y'all hate
Don't got a reason
Hoe pick this or that
The lips or ass
Waist or face
Body Shape or is it the talent bitch
Got milk by the gallon bitch
I'm a city boy on some stallion shit
Skip the bitch
Back to me bitches ain't real in reality
Ain't this to me or that to me
Fuck the bitch on god no blasphemy
They bat for me
Blast for me
Make a call they'd whoop yo ass for me
I'm the one get it done
Grab the gun kill a bitch no casualties
The anatomy I'm built like that
You hoes trying to get like that
Gifted with it that's the difference
I excel where you other hoes lack
It's in me not on me you bitches is phony
Whole circle faker than bologna
Ball on a bitch like I'm Kobe
Tell the truth I'm a Young OG Bitch
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Writer(s): David Washington
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