Lyrics Over 2 - Lunchbox
Bitch
I
just
got
a
lil'
older
I'll
never
switch
on
my
niggas
Bitch
I
just
got
a
lil'
older
Money
just
got
a
lil
longer
We
really
moving
the
culture
Smoking'
weed
straight
from
the
grower
You
outta
luck
you
not
clover
Used
to
save
200
just
for
some
kicks
Now
it's
times
4 in
my
soda
I
remember
I
couldn't
get
wit'
that
bitch
Now
she
suck
me
up
like
some
Boba
Run
up
on
me
and
its
over
We
send
em'
straight
to
Jehovah
You
niggas
broke
and
I
know
it
You
might
as
well
get
your
OSHA
He
said
he
spinning
my
block
Why
the
fuck
that
nigga
lied,
lied,
lied
If
my
bro
go
doot-doot-doot-doot
he
gon
run
New
Audi
truck,
we
in
this
bitch
wit
them
sticks
like
its
Optimus
Prime
Goin'
so
fast
in
this
bitch
I
just
hope
I
don't
die
I'm
finna
see
what
they
bout
Niggas
be
running
they
mouth
Brodie
gon'
cook
you
just
like
a
steakhouse
She
wanna
pull
the
cake
out
I'm
finna
leave
wit'
yo
bitch
like
takeout
I
want
the
neck
I
ain't
finna
make
out
Not
in
my
circle
then
nigga
stay
out
Where
the
fuck
all
the
hate
now
Where
the
fuck
all
the
hate
now
Where
the
fuck
all
the
hate
now
Where
the
fuck
all
the
hate
now
I'm
like
free
buggout,
I'm
like
free
buggout
Bitch,
I
hope
my
nigga
break
out
Imma
make
sure
I'm
the
one
that
made
out
All
that
bullshit
is
played
out
I
got
some
shit
in
the
trunk
Nigga
this
ain't
what
you
want
FN
hit
him
he
gon'
crunk
My
choppa
sing
like
Trey
Songz
I
used
to
sleep
on
a
Bunk
Now
I
walk
around
wit
leg
lumps
Now
I'm
balling
like
I'm
Trey
Young
I
do
not
care
if
they
up
Cause
bitch
you
know
Imma
stay
up
Bitch
I
just
got
a
lil'
older
I'll
never
switch
on
my
niggas
Bitch
I
just
got
a
lil'
older
Money
just
got
a
lil
longer
We
really
moving
the
culture
Smoking'
weed
straight
from
the
grower
You
outta
luck
you
not
clover
Used
to
save
200
just
for
some
kicks
Now
it's
times
4 in
my
soda
I
remember
I
couldn't
get
wit'
that
bitch
Now
she
suck
me
up
like
some
Boba
Run
up
on
me
and
its
over
Run
up
on
me
and
its
over
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