Free Lunch In Designer

I was in, I was in high school eating free lunch in designer
I was in, I was in deep I swam with sharks and piranhas
I was in, I was in Golden Corral now its Benihana
I'm only in it to prosper
Niggas imposters
Just tryna do shit proper

Told em a storm was coming
They panic they running
They checking the doppler
Bad bitch in me casa personal massager
She call a young nigga Papa
I just call that bitch topper
She say I'm toxic, stop it
Got her heart in my pocket, squeeze it and pop it
Got no love for a bitch and I can't remember where I lost it

Nigga I take, don't barter
Need me a jet thats a charter
Diamond chain on my collar
Bottom my shoe like lava
I need it pronto nigga
This ain't a backwood yeah I'm smoking a Fronto nigga
FaceTime bro money convo
I need 9 M's like Rondo nigga
I smoke a jay then I blast off
Talking bout Crae he be rappin' his ass off
Oh!
Penthouse City the backdrop
Young nigga still making plays off a laptop
I see you on court, but you just a mascot
They yelling abort, guess they got a bad drop
I bet on the day I look out windows of Wraiths
All ima see is some mad opps
You know its Crae boy I'm mad hot
I walk round like I just hit the last shot
Oh! Sheesh!
Re-up I just sold the stash out
Ballin on huh
Ballin on niggas feel like Jerry Stackhouse
Ooh!
Was eating free lunch in designer I really don't need you to ask how

I was in, I was in high school eating free lunch in designer
I was in, I was in deep I swam with sharks and piranhas
I was in, I was in Golden Corral now its Benihana
I'm only in it to prosper
Niggas imposters
Just tryna do shit proper

I was in, I was in high school eating free lunch in designer
I was in, I was in deep I swam with sharks and piranhas
I was in, I was in Golden Corral now its Benihana
I'm only in it to prosper
Niggas imposters
Just tryna do shit proper

Told em a storm was coming
They panic they running
They checking the doppler
Bad bitch in me casa personal massager
She call a young nigga Papa
I just call that bitch topper
She say I'm toxic, stop it
Got her heart in my pocket, squeeze it and pop it
Got no love for a bitch and I can't remember where I lost it



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