Bitch Plz Lunchbox

[Chorus]
(Ooh-ooh)
They be talkin' to me, I'm like, "Bitch, please"
Is you really for me, is you with me?
Why you talkin' to me like you miss me?
I'mma sin again, no you can't fix me
Ain't no walk up on me, got my blicky
Told 'em make that guap, then bitch, don't hit me
Told 'em, "I'm from Harlem, you can't get me"
I was thinkin' 'bout you, then you hit me
I just pushed the button, we gon' get shit lit
We just met she suckin, she know this shit lit, ooh
We pull up, we frontin', we can't do no Lyft (Uh)
Put myself on frontin', me don't need no clique (Uh)

[Verse]
But I love my buzzins for them, takin' risks
NFL they rushin', he gon' need a blitz
[?] L-V on my kicks (Ooh)
[?] but I ain't gon trick
Hit mе
I don't even know why you done hit mе
I was gettin' so high when you hit me
I was doin' so fine when you hit me
Way we livin' roadside, I be trippin'
I stay on the roadside, not gon' flip these
Smokin' on these blunts, I wish I can't breathe
Told 'em I'm the one, now do you get me?