B Lunch

Hey, fellas, what is it? Come on, boys
Wanna fuck? Fuck all that Knxwledge
I don't wanna hear that
That's cool, I (Griselda)

Ayo, catch me in the rain rocking
Fear of God rain suit's
My nigga hit four extra niggas
He can't shoot
Cocaine pots, my chef stirring
Tangerine A12, that shit purring (skrt)
He got shot in his head only for a split
In Dr birds with my jewels on, looking rich
Bitches saying he with the beanie
Put the trash bag over
The Draco, hundred shots, we over did it
Spent a half-a day in a fuckin' kitchen
All this dope money, we fucked up Lenox