[Chorus: Lunchbox]
This beat got me feeling like Wheezy
I got my head in the clouds, I ain’t talking 'bout kleezy (Ayy, Geo got them bands, huh?)
Niggas they jacking my flow cause' I know they want be me
In the scorpion, fuck bitches they don't wanna see me
They didn't try it with me but now they don't see me
Bitch I'm not starving, I'm cooking, I'm starting to get greedy
I'm with your bitch and she FaceTime me I'd like some cream
Niggas they think they the one but they really Luigi
(Aw-Aw-Aw) We lit in this bitch we got on (On)

[Verse 1: Lunchbox]
We really defend nigga, really been spending
We figured this shit on our own (own)
I’m in the trap! Play that
Can't say this shit will be (Woah-woah)
Hard in the paint I put in this bitch
I'm swerving this thot at the mall
Bitch, I ride around with motherfuckin pit
Growing up bitch I know that they mad
Fuck with us we gon' go for trip
So much shipments they don’t they half
And I started to go with the shit
I was swerving that shit way to fast
I been stomping vroom vroom with the whip
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