Lunch Break Freestyle Part 2 Lyrics – VonOff1700

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That boy ain't really like that I could see it in his eyes
Nowadays n!ggas just wolf up on the net, they never slide
7.62 out the drac' leave his head open wide
Ain't no playing in the middle, it's them or us so pick a side
Switch my car up every weekend it ain't no knowing what I ride
He was dissing on the gang and then he died I ain't surprised
He got got clapped up with his b!tch, call they ass Bonnie and Clyde
Blood stains all on his shirt his s*it look like it got dyed
A lotta n!ggas in the 'Raq start wars and then they hide
He got hit up on a hit, hе ain't survive, at least he triеd
How I lost Lil Mook and Mike that s*it be fu*king with my pride
He got his hand out but never did s*it for me, n!ggas fried
I'm gon' handle all the shooting, all you gotta do is drive
Hit his ass like twenty times, how the fu*k he still alive?
My opps still playing with revolvers like it's 1955
10 milli get a n!gga straight if he stepping outta line
Fu*k all the rats, if he snitch I hope he get a lot of time
I'm just a lucky piece of s*it who got rich off making rhymes
And I still be in the trenches, n!gga, I ain't hard to find
Stuck in that petty ass deal I know he wish he never signed
If my phone ringing it ain't 'bout no money I decline
He was thinking with his d!ck, we got up close blew out his mind
I'm tryna touch a hundred milli', n!gga, I been on my grind
And you ain't lost the s*it I lost so don't be asking why I'm sliding
N!gga, I ain't with the battle rapping, this ain't Let It Shine
Chase them boys off (??) and make 'em flip the car on (??)
I'm in the Trackhawk running lights and I don't care 'cause it ain't mine
Get the Patek or AP, ion know, I can't decide
I had to get up off my ass, being broke what made me tired
Sipping Tris like I'm prescribed
Opp n!ggas dropping like they flies
All black, I'm creeping from behind
Catch the right face you get a prize
You either slide or you provide
They not outside them n!ggas lying
He was tryna get to his V we left his brains all on the tires
We'll heat a n!gga top up like he sitting under the dryer
I got rich but ain't s*it change I still be clutching on my iron
He tried to run but ain't get far we put that hot s*it in his spine
I'm the hottest out the 'Raq, yeah, I know you can't deny
I been focusing on myself getting the bag, but you should try it
If you can't get the s*it three times, I advise you not to buy
N!gga, all I want is green like I'm going on a diet
Let a n!gga touch me in this b!tch, we gon' start a riot
If you get snatched by them people it ain't hard just be quiet
Try to guard me I'm gon' shoot all in his face like Kobe Bryant
They say, "Von you need to chill, you been getting a lil too violent"
For my chain this Glock go, "Fah", now I'm rocking bloody diamond
Pull on they block, let off the drac' and I don't stop 'til I hear sirens
B!tch, I act the way I act 'cause grew up with no guidance
Went on Twitter opps is wolfing since I got back n!ggas been silent
We'll drench a n!gga like we took the screws up off the hydrants
(??) shells knocked out his eye now he 'round this b!tch look like a pirate
One of one Amiri jeans, b!tch, I'm flyer than a pilot
And I'm hotter than a b!tch right now and I ain't reach my climate
And I'm like stop and we gon' drop
We gon' hit up they block, let off three hundred shots
He screaming, "No, no", n!gga, that's how Toss Gang roll