desto cash - lunchroom lyrics
[intro: lil uzi vert]
(hitkidd, what it do, man? hitkidd, what it do, man?)
yeah (yeah), and i still geeked up
and i can’t never stop gettin’ geeked
and i can’t never stop f+ckin’ freaks
i can’t never stop makin’ money
make a million dollars in a week
huh? (on god)
[chorus: lil uzi vert]
f+ck all these n+ggas, i don’t f+ck with ’em (f+ck ’em)
f+ckin’ these b+tches, you know i just bust in ’em
candle lil’ baby, no, i don’t even bust ’em
no, i don’t love ’em, you know i just l+st ’em (no, no, shh)
come to my crib, come to my bed, that’s a f+ck room (come on)
i’m gettin’ money ever since from the lunchroom (lunchroom)
tried to get low, no, he ain’t no duck room (shh)
shot him in his face, now his ass in the up room (beep, beep, beep)
[verse 1: lil uzi vert]
no, i ain’t do it, but for bro, got the bail
heard he a mouse, then we trappin’ him down (shh)
gang got the uzi, the tec and the kels (baow)
that sh+t’ll knock off his face and the smell
not talkin’ adidas but we got the sh+lls
thirty clip hangin’ out, look like an l (baow)
how the f+ck could i ever take an l, when there’s thirty million probably right on my smell?
and i prevail
i caught a case but that sh+t was just way too petty to talk about (i can’t even talk about that sh+t)
right up the court, i was like dj unk, b+tch, i walked it out (eastside, walk it out, southside, walk it out)
back on my sh+t and i bet the same n+ggas ain’t talkin’ now (shh)
try and get a verse from me, they think that i’m back on that offer now (huh)
i don’t even f+ck with none of y’all n+ggas, y’all sh+t be done for now (i don’t f+ck with y’all n+ggas on that stupid+ass sh+t)
i ain’t gon’ lie, y’all sh+t be cool but i don’t even jack the sound (dumbass, trash ass songs)
told my b+tch to stop playin’ all y’all n+gga’s music (jt, cut that sh+t off)
is sh+t gangster? all y’all confused it (jt, turn it off, woah)
i don’t give a f+ck, y’all don’t jack my new sh+t
i don’t give a f+ck, y’all don’t jack my new b+tch (woah)
make a lil’ brown skin eat the cool whip
pull up a white ‘rari, that’s a cool whip (yeah)
need me a rope chain, i’m a nuisance
pull up with two guns, b+tch, i’m ruthless (let’s go)
remember that white ‘rari? yeah, it’s ruthless
n+ggas be rats, man, call ’em roofus (what?)
i saw [little star?] at a movie
i spent eight bands on the booty (woah)
i done went raw dog in her coochie
she done went hog maw on the toolie
this don’t even sound like the same uzi
i said, “h+ll nah, i’m a new me”
i done spent three million on jewelry
i done spent a hundred+thousand, burberry (yeah)
hold my weight, i’m the one carryin’
do what i wan’t, i ain’t ever carin’
put this black d+ck in a karen
she gon’ sniff powder like she know harry
still eat the p+ssy even if it’s hairy
i ain’t gon’ lie, that sh+t scary
pop a e+pill, then i pop a cherry
perc’ got me, slow, snail, popped a gary
[chorus: lil uzi vert]
f+ck all these n+ggas, i don’t f+ck with ’em (f+ck ’em)
f+ckin’ these b+tches, you know i just bust in ’em
candle lil’ baby, no, i don’t even bust ’em
no, i don’t love ’em, you know i just l+st ’em (no, no, shh)
come to my crib, come to my bed, that’s a f+ck room (come on)
i’m gettin’ money ever since from the lunchroom (lunchroom)
tried to get low, no, he ain’t no duck room (shh)
shot him in his face, now his ass in the up room (beep, beep, beep)
[verse 2: desto cash]
got hit the face, no makeup, i beat it (beat it)
take him down, finesse ’em, then i sn+tch off in a demon (finesse)
vvs’ leakin’, got a lot of n+ggas heated
yeah, we live for the beef and you gon’ die, you touch these pieces (bling)
me and uzi popped a tesla, put your b+tch up on a house (thot)
won’t hide it ‘less divided, i know she been through the town (a thot)
i’m straight up out the mound, bet the grove, i put it down (finesse)
burberry, gg’d down, she gon’ go, i come around (yeah)
she gon’ go, she love the style (style)
go broke and she gon’ change quick
i ghosted her, i hopped in a new porsche truck and i lane switch (i lane switch)
might pop out with your main b+tch (your main b+tch)
give her back, my feelings changed quick (changed quick)
better watch who you hang with, these n+ggas be on lame sh+t
they really ain’t gon’ bang sh+t (no)
[chorus: lil uzi vert]
f+ck all these n+ggas, i don’t f+ck with ’em (f+ck ’em)
f+ckin’ these b+tches, you know i just bust in ’em
candle lil’ baby, no, i don’t even bust ’em
no, i don’t love ’em, you know i just l+st ’em (no, no, shh)
come to my crib, come to my bed, that’s a f+ck room (come on)
i’m gettin’ money ever since from the lunchroom (lunchroom)
tried to get low, no, he ain’t no duck room (shh)
shot him in his face, now his ass in the up room (beep, beep, beep)
f+ck all these n+ggas, i don’t f+ck with ’em (f+ck ’em)
f+ckin’ these b+tches, you know i just bust in ’em
candle lil’ baby, no, i don’t even bust ’em
no, i don’t love ’em, you know i just l+st ’em (no, no, shh)
come to my crib, come to my bed, that’s a f+ck room (come on)
i’m gettin’ money ever since from the lunchroom (lunchroom)
tried to get low, no, he ain’t no duck room (shh)
shot him in his face, now his ass in the up room (beep, beep, beep)
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