In The Lunchroom (prod. JStaxs) [feat. B]
Lijah
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Yea We gotta run it back (Run it up we run it back) I just been cooking Me and B Me and B he a rookieee Okay (We gotta run it back) Call me chef Boyardee way that I be cooking Me and B like Walt and Jesse, yea when they be cooking In the lunch room Grubbing what the school been pushing He a rookie so I'm on this beat to show em how I do it Nah I don't work for Nike but I swear I just do it If she speak Spanish now I swear I speak it fluent "Amor de mi vida" Yeah she tell the truth and , I'm playin my English bitch hear this sayin "boy you stupid" F*ck Kona ice rather go and f*ck Jay Z's wife No violence all peace B might keep the knife F*ck Atlanta no Georgia peach you can't talk it how you write Jstaxs keep a stack, no Jenga blocks but we high (we high) No more questions Eazy E Paint the picture the beat my easel Y'all don't know just what I mean Me and B we snapping on the beat, produced by Fackler put together by Antony Wait B I think it's yo turn m they ain't fucking wit' meee The syndrome is down the money is up I keep it 100 I don't give no fucks Your girl on my line, I'm taking my time Matter a fact she ain't even a 5 Matter a fact I'm feeling sublime Get down to business, don't waste no time Feeling like Ja, I'm flashing my 9 (My nine my nine, 9 9) Shot him down like 1, 2, 3 Jack Fackler ain't nothin to me Hit 'em once that's R.I.P. Getting green comes easily I just let that paper speak I just fucked your bitch that hoe ain't shit There ain't none like me (none like me, none like me) Keep that drake on me like Mr.OVO that new production I be keeping it a stack this that new percussion Lil bro died behind the wheel shit was deviating Thought we'd never make it out till we was levitating Leave yo momma devastated Them thugs in the streets They be robbing shit for real Remind me of my homie he be killing for the thrill Everybody know him he always down to drill In the lunchroom, in high school, go up high in my room Your bitch wet typhoon, monsoon, wrong dude. above you high stool, box you in sized pool I just type it fluent, write it do it, add the Midas too it Gold fingertips i might just do it, y'all might be losing That's a fact y'all really gonna be fighting for it I slide right thru it like the EdHub corner I Mike Tyson you just through it bitch I stay calm cus I know that we gonna eat Like yesterday with the wings, high off all the weed The shit that be that green like that nasty broccoli From the lunch lady and I think she flirting with me Need my money A$AP but I'm not AWGE I just brush you off like my teeth ain't no issue that I see Pressure the clamps tightening, turning green from burning leaf Woke up out my sleep on my stiff arm clip a breeze Lil bro stepped to me he be swimming with the fishes (FISH) They call me future the way I'm talking to these bitches Pull up to the spot ballin out living fine (finneee) Call up my boy XVG somebody about to die They call me Scarface they know that I'm a villain They think I be scamming the way I'm getting to these millions They think I be lying the way I'm rapping my shit Y'all don't even know I'm always posted with a blick And I'm posted with your bitch And she bound 2 suck my dick Yeezy season 2024 you know I keep a blick And I'm down to write it down to type it, if it'll get me rich And I'll do the verse for B if he let me hit his bitch (I'm just playin) Oh my god, what he say? Oh my god, do he play Oh my god, too much smoke! Oh my god, in his face If you see me running, best believe I don't do track She said I don't like to play with rocks, I don't do crack She said why you ain't smoke me up? Bitch that my last pack I don't give no handouts, if you thinking that, you can take yo ass Back home, I'm just cruising down the road Car go 200 I don't know nothin bout' slow Got this big ass AK I ain't come to fucking play, go hard everyday like Lil Baby we get paid Get the text "I'm on my way" She said "Shh, it's getting late" Like a dragon she get slayed, take her out up on a date to the Movies, while we rolling up some doobies Wit' my dawg like we shaggy and we Scooby Huh Oopsie Had to tell my dawg he should come and scoop me
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Written by: B Smith, Elijah truglio
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