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Ayy (Just for lunch) Walk up in dis bitch wit da VVS Can't get my 'Gram 'cause I don't do— (Lunch) Walk up in dis bitch wit da VVS Can't get my 'Gram 'cause I don't do— Ayy, walk up in dat bit' too clean, I'm froze (Froze) They don't fight you where I'm from Like the beat, I keep a drum You ain't got dough lil' boy, you a bum She gave me brain that bit' so dumb (So dumb) Used to be broke, I ain't have no funds Now I spend it just for fun Eat at Harold's just for lunch (Ayy) Walk up in dis bitch wit da VVS Can't get my 'Gram 'cause I don't do the text Don't give a damn 'bout how you flex Pull up with cubans all over my neck Tec gon' blam don't care who next See me and kinfolk, you see three vets I'm at the show, better have my check Choppa gon blow if you disrespect us Please don't disrespect We all about friendship and getting her wet I came out your desk We rocking the rome we higher than blimps 'Sace shoes, Dior pants, she left her man The way we that movin I promise we all gon' make a dance I ain't gon' make her but she take off her pants And the chicken, this bacon so she really in a trance Don't look back baby, take everything we can Still dabbing and hating on everything random Taught the world how to move we dance I wonder what's next Overseas, we flew already so I'ma get dressed Yeah, I'm ready spaghetti and that's why we— Walk up in dat bit' too clean, I'm froze (Froze) They don't fight you where I'm from (Don't give a damn 'bout how you flex) (Pull up with cubans all over my neck) (Tec gon' blam don't care who next) (See me and kinfolk, you see three vets) (Ayy) Walk up in dis bitch wit da VVS Can't get my 'Gram 'cause I don't do the text Don't give a damn 'bout how you flex Pull up with cubans all over my neck Tec gon' blam don't care who next See me and kinfolk, you see three vets I'm at the show, better have my check Choppa gon blow if you disrespect us Hers in silver, mine in gold Never had shit so da bag I'ma blow FRVR that's spelled no E's, no O's She love da drip, so I got in the mix Kick out the broad, 'cause we can't trust a bitch Yeah, I said "we", 'cause it's me and my bitch Nun' personal, man, it's just bidness She love da drip, so I got in the mix Kick out the broad, 'cause we can't trust a bitch Yeah, I said "we", 'cause it's me and my bitch Nun' personal, man, it's just bidness Froze, they don't fight you where I'm from Like the beat, I keep a drum You ain't got dough lil' boy, you a bum She gave me brain that bit' so dumb (So dumb) Used to be broke, I ain't have no funds Now I spend it just for fun Eat at Harold's just for lunch (Ayy) Walk up in dis bitch wit da VVS Can't get my 'Gram 'cause I don't do the text Don't give a damn 'bout how you flex Pull up with cubans all over my neck Tec gon' blam don't care who next See me and kinfolk, you see three vets I'm at the show, better have my check Choppa gon blow if you disrespect us Ayo & Teo) lyrics © Universal Music Corp., Artist 101 Publishing Group, Jabriel Iz Myne, Electric Feel Music, Taz Taylor Beats, Songs Of Universal Inc., Nick Mira Publishing
Writer(s): Nicholas Mira, Rasidi Isaiah Bloomfield, Renzell Roque, Malik Jabari Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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