Текст песни 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 suits 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