Paroles Lunch room Sada Baby

Lunch room

Ooh, RJ
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy (Ayy), yeah

Them C shoelaces, the money, what you in it for?
Can't have my main mans hungry, what you in it for?
Man, you old niggas done, where the dinner fork?
Told that bitch we ain't done, I'ma give her more (Hold up)

And if them blues runnin' short, nigga, let me know
My lil' nigga don't do shit but hit that road
He just put a thousand pills in one of his hoes
I just made twenty bands off one of his loads
Ice in my black stitch, bitches runnin' my nose
Count the strips, then the bitch get to suckin' my soul
Bitch keep tryna kiss my cup, I don't want your cold
Talkin' wild, get the OJ's, nigga, it's on
I keep ten on me daily, I told niggas I wasn't playin'
Just spent ten on my baby, got "Ghetto Champagne" playin'
I'm that nigga with the oh-ooh, yeah, yeah
Shoot a nigga 'til he through, a-dead, dead
Want beef? Fuck the money, we gon' carry all straps
Got this big bitch with me, Halle Berry off B*A*P*S
Got my smart nigga with me, he aware of all apps
Pull up to a nigga crib fuckin' with the Google Maps
Get to ballin' in the club like the monsters
FN turn the bar into a block party
Told that bitch it's a dub in these Rockstars
Ain't no Hi-Tech mud, I drink Wockhardt
When I woke up, whippd the dope up
Lame nigga spoke up, we gon' get him choked up
'Member when I had them beans in the Focus
Young nigga keep them beams, don't provoke us
Like let me load up, keep your ho tucked
And we ain't drinkin' nothin' clean, boy, you know us
Keep a lot of dirty lean in a soda
Been on the block, boy, and I got a Rover
And I been slappin' that dope from hood to hood
Me and Wildman goin' 'Wood for 'Wood
In this bitch like Suge on bullshit
And I wish a nigga would got a full clip
And you know I won't hesitate to use it
Hollow punch you with the fire like Hadouken
Shoot him up midrange like DeRozan
Nigga, all my chains extra frozen
And your bitch kids love me like Frozen
Hmm, the brown with the bricks, I'm the chosen one
I'm buyin' more clips 'cause it's more than one
Whole Hush kit, fuck Golden Son, huh
Security just let me get the gun in here
Pussy nigga, this is right where the fun begin
I got the lil' draky-drake with the drum in here
Cookie bullets make you cough up a lung in here
Ayy, I prayed to God, asked him please, come right my wrongs
I fell in love with a thot 'cause she twerked in my song
I got the ice, I got the cream, don't need no cone
Over 21 and I'm a savage, don't need no loan
I block a bitch every time I'm feelin' a ho
Bitch named Mira in the Marrow, she need this bone
Red shirt, high top Gerald, I'm still in the show
Need guns like I need drugs and need my phone, huh

Them C shoelaces, the money, what you in it for?
Can't have my main mans hungry, what you in it for?
Man, you old niggas done, where the dinner fork?
Told that bitch we ain't done, I'ma give her more (Hold up)