Lyrics Dinner at the Diner (feat. Big T & Yung Judd) - dkj

Judd you think this gonna be a banger?
Probably

Eating dinner at the diner aye
I do not fuck with no minors yuh
See a bad bitch and she finer yuh
Wrap my bitch in designer yuh
Gettin this bread like a miner yuh
Throwin the ball like a niner yuh

Got off the phone with my mans Hayden he said
Ayo my shit wet cuh

We don't fuck with cigarettes yuh
Swishin the ball in the net yuh
Me and Yung Judd we a threat yuh
See a bad bitch she a brunette yuh
Judd owes money he in debt yuh
Squidward plays the clarinet yuh
Fucked yo girl, break a sweat yuh
So high I need to reset yuh
When I go shoot it be wet yuh
Boutta go hop on this jet yuh
Making bread it's a baguette yuh
Drunk and high it offset yuh

I got mean case of swamp ass
Nicky be catching the bass
I always be runnin real late to my class
Hit yo girl right on the ass
Only got gold ain't no brass
Pour up a shot hit the glass
I just be smokin that grass
I only shoot I don't pass
Paid for her flights and dinners, so you know I got that class

Eatin dinner at the diner aye
I do not fuck with no minors yuh
See a bad bitch and she finer yuh
Wrap my bitch up in designer yuh
Gettin this bread like a miner yuh
Throwin the ball like a niner yuh
Sipin on cranberry sprite yuh
Rg you still play Fortnite yuh

Go to her crib should I hit, I might
Performing on stage so hit the lights
Girl likes it long and I got that height
Your girl a dog but she don't bite
Pull up to your crib it's a fade on sight
From North Penn so you know imma Knight
Goin to France gonna hop on this flight
Skirt off in the whip like a meteorite
Pop a NyQuil then I call it a night
I'm so high better call me a kite
Call me Mike Myers cuz I cause a lot of fright
Clothes same color, that's off white

Counting my guap, put it on the bill
Talking that hot you boutta get spilled
Me and Yung Judd, back at it again
Fucking on thots, and we only hit 10s
Short light baby and she sucking my gat
After this verse it finna be a wrap
Out here with Judd and we don't stalk
Crossover on him now he can't walk
Got that star roof in the ghost
Girls in the whip, we take it to the coast
Linkin up baddies I make them cheeks clap
Right hook on him, he need a map
Smokin this green call it Peter Pan
Stole your thot, she callin me her man
Take a moment and pop my addy
Hit 18 holes don't need no caddy
Straight outta West Point don't fuck with the crew
Juul half charged look like Pikachu
Got off the phone just copped a zip
So much money but I leave no tip
Coke with the Cap call it a beer
I'm so tough I ain't got no fear
Money so large it's cardiac
Pull up to the spot in a Cadillac
Gotta RAV4 swervin down the road
I got baddies in different areas codes
Smoking the good shit living the life
See a bad bitch imma make her my wife
We so high we boutta go up
Pull up to your block so you better duck
Alot of bad bitches at this club
We got the munchies we need this grub
One for the baddies one for the trap
Murdered this verse so you know that it slap
My wallet so fat it don't even close
Look at my wrist cuz it be froze
Me and Yung Judd going in on this song
Got your bitch taking licks off my dong
So much fun, I'm out here living
Eat so hard but it ain't Thanksgiving
I did half a xan, call me milk man
Been with the shits it's just gods plan
Squashing the beef with the bars that I spit
Got off the phone, chief said this is it

This shit a banger money back guarantee
Brought to you by yours truly, Yung Judd, and Big T