[Chorus]
('Gain) Lunchbox done did it again
I spent some shit on these pants
I spent some shit on these pants
These niggas die [?]
I think these niggas some fans
My choppa sing like Madison Beer
We shot that boy like a zit
He don't [?] when I told him right here
We make you run at your man
Run up at me so I up'd it again
Bitch you won't do that again
You a 'lil hoe and see it is clear
You a hoe, you and your friend
Fuck all these niggas
Ain't got no fear
I know that shit in my head
[Verse]
I think I'm bugging
That shit in my head
That shit in my head
I was running up, [?]
He going upstairs
[?] , make 'em see that
These musical chairs
Fuck where they came, cause I'm lit now
You losing your chair
(Ohh)
I need a, [?]
I spend a, arm and leg on these [?]
My money touching, could play for the heat
I make [?] and I stay in the street
I make [?] and making it sweet
And that lil hoe wanna count up the [?]
I tell her come again, with a fee
[Chorus]
('Gain) Lunchbox done did it again
I spent some shit on these pants
I spent some shit on these pants
These niggas die [?]
I think these niggas some fans
My choppa sing like Madison Beer
We shot that boy like a zit
He don't [?] when I told him right here
We make you run at your man
Run up at me so I up'd it again
Bitch you won't do that again
You a 'lil hoe and see it so clear
You a hoe, you and your friend
Fuck all these niggas
Ain't got no fear
I know that shit in my head
('Gain) Lunchbox done did it again
I spent some shit on these pants
I spent some shit on these pants
These niggas die [?]
I think these niggas some fans
My choppa sing like Madison Beer
We shot that boy like a zit
He don't [?] when I told him right here
We make you run at your man
Run up at me so I up'd it again
Bitch you won't do that again
You a 'lil hoe and see it is clear
You a hoe, you and your friend
Fuck all these niggas
Ain't got no fear
I know that shit in my head
[Verse]
I think I'm bugging
That shit in my head
That shit in my head
I was running up, [?]
He going upstairs
[?] , make 'em see that
These musical chairs
Fuck where they came, cause I'm lit now
You losing your chair
(Ohh)
I need a, [?]
I spend a, arm and leg on these [?]
My money touching, could play for the heat
I make [?] and I stay in the street
I make [?] and making it sweet
And that lil hoe wanna count up the [?]
I tell her come again, with a fee
[Chorus]
('Gain) Lunchbox done did it again
I spent some shit on these pants
I spent some shit on these pants
These niggas die [?]
I think these niggas some fans
My choppa sing like Madison Beer
We shot that boy like a zit
He don't [?] when I told him right here
We make you run at your man
Run up at me so I up'd it again
Bitch you won't do that again
You a 'lil hoe and see it so clear
You a hoe, you and your friend
Fuck all these niggas
Ain't got no fear
I know that shit in my head
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