Lunchable Lyrics

(What they—)
(What they talkin' ’bout, Traiqo?)
Ayy, where the motherfuckin' switches at?
Rrr
Uh-uh, uh
Uh, uh-uh

Can't keep my dick up in my pants, I get too lit tonight
I might just fuck a bad bitch, I might go fuck on two
Called your bro to pull up, we gon’ park a two
Remember eighth grade, I'll sneak blick in my locker too
Hope they don't get comfortable, this shit for me, ain't nothin' for you
I'm not goin' out to lunch with you, nigga, eat a Lunchable
Ho, I'm rich, I can’t catch DV, fuck I look like punchin’ you? (Bruh, shut the fuck up)

Huh, yeah, no, he don't like me
We don’t tote these Glocks for nothin', I swear, we won't do no fightin'
When I locked up, you didn’t write
Now that I'm out, you just wanna do it like Nike
No man can take my spot, and if he do, I'll figure it out
You couldn't do it, bitch, get out
And you blew it, knew the plot
Them bitches get ya drop
Never hesitate to blow, call me, "RBeezy, spray the Glock"
We parked outside, won't make it out
Huh, yeah, ain't no safer route
Come through, lay a nigga down
Nigga, these all tracer rounds
Hit one time, you hear a "Brr-aow"
I can't get put on ground
Backdoor my bro for that bitch shit he said up out his mouth
Exotic shit, pure pounds
Some robotic shit, get down
Nigga think he tough, better know how hot body my get, bitch, brr-aow
Promise I won't stop 'til I get that cut of it

Can't keep my dick up in my pants, I get too lit tonight
I might just fuck a bad bitch, I might go fuck on two
Called your bro to pull up, we gon' park a two
Remember eighth grade, I'll sneak blick in my locker too
Hope they don't get comfortable, this shit for me, ain't nothin' for you
I'm not goin' out to lunch with you, nigga, eat a Lunchable
Ho, I'm rich, I can't catch DV, fuck I look like punchin' you? (Bruh, shut the fuck up)

Brrt
Ayy, y'all niggas ass (What they—)
Y'all bitch-ass niggas, I just got one question (What they talkin' 'bout, Traiqo?)
In 2025, y'all niggas still ain't got no money?
Bitch, you gon' die
Yeah, nigga know what the fuck goin' on with us
Y'all niggas keep duckin' and shit, nigga, I'm tellin' you
'Cause ain't nobody safe, bitch-ass can't come outside, we spankin' shit
(Hope they don't get comfortable, this shit for me, ain't nothin' for you)
(I'm not goin' out to lunch with you, nigga, eat a Lunchable)
(Ho, I'm rich, I can't catch DV, fuck I look like punchin' you?)
Bruh, shut the fuck up