200 FOR LUNCH - Gunna

Lot of blue faces, you pickin' green

Fuck on her naked, bust on her spleen

Cost of the car, three K for the jeans (Uh)

Feel like a player, keep a trick up my sleeve (My sleeve)

I’m cool on you dawgs, 'cause I don’t want the fleas

I’m smokin' exotic, you don’t gotta see

Feelin' the roof and I can feel the breeze

Pockets got nachos, that shit cheddar cheese (Wow)

Smokin' gelato, got me feelin' eased

Might cop that Rollie for my oldest niece (Yeah)

I drop a hit, I blew up where they need

I check out the motor, gotta have some speed

Louis bifocals, I can’t see defeat

Cash runnin' over, I can feel the green (Taurus)

I had two hunnid for lunch (Two hunnid)

Last night I fucked on a cunt (No cap)

Twenty-four shows in a month (A month)

Looked at the top, it was crutched (Top)

Ice, diamonds is crushed (Ice)

Louis V but my T-Shirt is tucked (Tucked), yeah

Codeine is a slush (A slush)

Might invest so I’m sippin' the 'Tuss (The 'Tuss)

Go get it, I must (I must)

Fuck her good in her pussy, no must (Yeah), yeah

Love and not lust (Not lust)

My crew loyal, we trusted in us (Trusted in us), yeah

Runnin' it up (It up), got that shit out the ground in a month (A month)

Went and got rich out out the ground and the mud

Ridin' the Rolls and the mink kiss and rub (Kiss and rub)

9−1-1 Porsche and the trunk is a hood (Skrrt)

Told her come through, come and sit on this wood

Neighborhood trap, used to cap off a jug (Uh-huh)

Fucked that nat-nat in the back of the hood (Yeah)

I never ratted, keep that understood (Nah)

Ain’t goin' backwards, I don’t think I could

These labels be trappin' rappers like they Suge

Got M’s in the bank, bitch, I feel life is good

They makin' payment, held that by my foot

Been patiently waitin', wish a nigga would

Just drop a location, my niggas will do it (Yeah)

I got a old bitch, can’t wait for me to screw her

Just picked a two hunnid, I made it to Forbes

I had two hunnid for lunch (Two hunnid)

Last night I fucked on a cunt (No cap)

Twenty-four shows in a month (A month)

Looked at the top, it was crutched (Top)

Ice, diamonds is crushed (Ice)

Louis V but my T-Shirt is tucked (Tucked), yeah

Codeine is a slush (A slush)

Might invest so I’m sippin' the 'Tuss (The 'Tuss)

Go get it, I must (I must)

Fuck her good in her pussy, no must (Yeah), yeah

Love and not lust (Not lust)

My crew loyal, we trusted in us (Trusted in us), yeah

Runnin' it up (It up), got that shit out the ground in a month (A month)

I blow biscotti clouds of the bud (The bud)

Throw the racks up in here like a flood