Lunch 2
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, that stupid bitch got my wrist gone (got my wrist gone)
Yeah that bitch got my wrist gone
Nigga imma take a risk you gon be soft
I was thuggin on my pops tryna sell rock
I aint sell rock, i was selling zaza
For my big bro, shoutout to my partna
I got kush babygirl i leave you flinstoned
Wanna hop up on my dick like a pogo
All these bitches coming back like they yoyo
And im feeling hella lucky nigga yo yo
I was fucking on a hoe down from Soho
Niggas talkin' bout clothes? i got boatloads
And i dont even know what this bitch on
yeah
I don't even where my wrist gone
yeah
I don't even know what this bitch want
Only thing I know is that mula, yeah
It was 12th grade bumping slipknot
I was smoking mary jane in my flip flops
Niggas steady switching lanes, playing criss cross
In a chevy droptop put my boss on
Know i span back that thot, why I backtrack?
For that stupid slut im another dumbass
I was eating lunch smoking on some top gas
I was puffing blunts choking on some za pack
Yeah, all black n' grey in my ski mask
Niggas getting putting to shame with no diss tracks
If you tryna go and diss pick a stick man
I was fucking on his sis' he a sick man
Tryna get my clique rich counting big bands
She said that my dick, mmm, she a lil fan
But I love her so much cus her fat ass
You know I want big cash
She won't leave me alone, I don't love her
Know we pull up four deep with my brothers
We was eating lunch up inside the gutter
Know I'm doing all this shit for my mother
I said they got a problem with me, come and murder me
Im so crash dummy baby have you heard of me?
And if they got a problem with us, we gon murder em'
Young Murdok Kaine, I ain't scared of on the run
Yeah, yeah that bitch got my wrist gone (my wrist gone)
Yeah, that bitch got my wrist gone (got my wrist gone)
Yeah, that bitch got my wrist gone (got my wrist gone)
Yeah, bitch got my wrist gone
Yeah that stupid bitch got my wrist gone
Nigga imma take a risk you gon be soft
I was thuggin on my pops tryna sell rock
I aint sell rock, I was selling zaza
Yeah
Yeah, that stupid bitch got my wrist gone (got my wrist gone)
Yeah that bitch got my wrist gone
Nigga imma take a risk you gon be soft
I was thuggin on my pops tryna sell rock
I aint sell rock, i was selling zaza
For my big bro, shoutout to my partna
I got kush babygirl i leave you flinstoned
Wanna hop up on my dick like a pogo
All these bitches coming back like they yoyo
And im feeling hella lucky nigga yo yo
I was fucking on a hoe down from Soho
Niggas talkin' bout clothes? i got boatloads
And i dont even know what this bitch on
yeah
I don't even where my wrist gone
yeah
I don't even know what this bitch want
Only thing I know is that mula, yeah
It was 12th grade bumping slipknot
I was smoking mary jane in my flip flops
Niggas steady switching lanes, playing criss cross
In a chevy droptop put my boss on
Know i span back that thot, why I backtrack?
For that stupid slut im another dumbass
I was eating lunch smoking on some top gas
I was puffing blunts choking on some za pack
Yeah, all black n' grey in my ski mask
Niggas getting putting to shame with no diss tracks
If you tryna go and diss pick a stick man
I was fucking on his sis' he a sick man
Tryna get my clique rich counting big bands
She said that my dick, mmm, she a lil fan
But I love her so much cus her fat ass
You know I want big cash
She won't leave me alone, I don't love her
Know we pull up four deep with my brothers
We was eating lunch up inside the gutter
Know I'm doing all this shit for my mother
I said they got a problem with me, come and murder me
Im so crash dummy baby have you heard of me?
And if they got a problem with us, we gon murder em'
Young Murdok Kaine, I ain't scared of on the run
Yeah, yeah that bitch got my wrist gone (my wrist gone)
Yeah, that bitch got my wrist gone (got my wrist gone)
Yeah, that bitch got my wrist gone (got my wrist gone)
Yeah, bitch got my wrist gone
Yeah that stupid bitch got my wrist gone
Nigga imma take a risk you gon be soft
I was thuggin on my pops tryna sell rock
I aint sell rock, I was selling zaza
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Writer(s): Murdok Kaine
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