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20 Deep (feat. LunchBox)
by Green Greens
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Lunch on the track, Beans, Inc in the trap
Riding 4 seaters, 20 deep in the back
Chief in my bag with kief in the cap
And I got a couple clips and a rag for my strap
Don't make me laugh when you soundin really sad
When you're out here spittin lyrics that you don't really have
And you prolly out here thinkin "how much longer will he last
When he step up to the mic and get to bustin really fast?"
Strap it up fast cuz I ain't here to pass
But you lookin real pussy all dressed out in drag
And it sounds real funny when you "do it for the trap"
Cuz you ain't made a dollar, fakin ends in your lap
Haters get back cuz the shit's bout to crack
I just do it for the doja, I don't do it for the crap.
I don't do it for the women, I don't do it for the stacks
I just do it for my city, reppin Tawas to the Sag.
GreenGreen's a panty-to-they-knees droppa
Ain't nobody coming out the MI that's hotta
We the choppas, too please ya shakra
When all we hear that's comin through your speech is, "blah blah"
So step to the metal
You know that 2Greens as hot as a kettle
You know we pushin the floor to the pedal
Get mucho deniro like Robert Deniro
Give respect to the game
Even though your flow style's been in pain
We entertain to release the insane
So sit the fuck back and indulge in the name
GreenGreen's been insane
Me and Spence, we blow trees in the viens
E's Seis or the cane, see fame in the Strange
So just give respect to these beasts in the game
Lunch on the track, Beans, Inc in the trap
Riding 4 seaters, 20 deep in the back
Chief in my bag with kief in the cap
And I got a couple clips and a rag for my strap
Don't make me laugh when you soundin really sad
When you're out here spittin lyrics that you don't really have
And you prolly out here thinkin "how much longer will he last,
When he step up to the mic and get to bustin really fast?"
Bitch hit my line no time for the bullshit
Talkin out your neck get you smacked with the full clip
Bop bop bow lay em down its a good hit
Back to the trap smoking thrax only good shit
What you need young stunna
Me and my gang we a bunch of young gunna
Working so hard its a hot boy summer
Where you at not here you a lame you a bumma , bitch
Only care about the gang hoe
Double g and lunch box keep it strapped let it hang oh
Throwing dollar to your main hoe
If its up then its stuck grab my nine and let it bang hoe
Re rockin go insane tho
From the lobby to the top double g gon make it rain flow
Get my homie make it painful
Just gimme the loot fore my homie break an ankle
Lunch on the track, Beans, Inc in the trap
Riding 4 seaters, 20 deep in the back
Chief in my bag with kief in the cap
And I got a couple clips and a rag for my strap
Don't make me laugh when you soundin really sad
When you're out here spittin lyrics that you don't really have
And you prolly out here thinkin "how much longer will he last,
When he step up to the mic and get to bustin really fast?"
Hold up, cut the fat lemme trim it.
Cuz lunch and double g we back for a sentence
We back independent
Leave a crack in the window
Cuz we busted out back leaving fans in a riddle
Leaving bands in the middle
Cracked hands cuz they brittle
Throwing keys of the skittles
Skrtin tracks in a rental
Double G and lunchbox ain't no wack instrumentals
Throwing bars at the jury
So we max the acquittal
Stack an 1/8 in the wrap
Double g to attack
Any body who a wack ass bitch that's a fact
Comin straight for the cash
With yo hoe gotta pact
She gon suck silly sally throw it back for the stack
Said I'm poppin in yo ear hoe
Turn the mic up hear the flavors
Your plug calllin me for favors
Exponential never taper
Gotta radar for the paper
Counting stacks to relax with the beans in the trap
Lunch on the track, Beans, Inc in the trap
Riding 4 seaters, 20 deep in the back
Chief in my bag with kief in the cap
And I got a couple clips and a rag for my strap
Don't make me laugh when you soundin really sad
When you're out here spittin lyrics that you don't really have
And you prolly out here thinkin "how much longer will he last
When he step up to the mic and get to bustin really fast?"
Lunch on the track, Beans, Inc in the trap
Riding 4 seaters, 20 deep in the back
Chief in my bag with kief in the cap
And I got a couple clips and a rag for my strap
Don't make me laugh when you soundin really sad
When you're out here spittin lyrics that you don't really have
And you prolly out here thinkin "how much longer will he last
When he step up to the mic and get to bustin really fast?"
Strap it up fast cuz I ain't here to pass
But you lookin real pussy all dressed out in drag
And it sounds real funny when you "do it for the trap"
Cuz you ain't made a dollar, fakin ends in your lap
Haters get back cuz the shit's bout to crack
I just do it for the doja, I don't do it for the crap.
I don't do it for the women, I don't do it for the stacks
I just do it for my city, reppin Tawas to the Sag.
GreenGreen's a panty-to-they-knees droppa
Ain't nobody coming out the MI that's hotta
We the choppas, too please ya shakra
When all we hear that's comin through your speech is, "blah blah"
So step to the metal
You know that 2Greens as hot as a kettle
You know we pushin the floor to the pedal
Get mucho deniro like Robert Deniro
Give respect to the game
Even though your flow style's been in pain
We entertain to release the insane
So sit the fuck back and indulge in the name
GreenGreen's been insane
Me and Spence, we blow trees in the viens
E's Seis or the cane, see fame in the Strange
So just give respect to these beasts in the game
Lunch on the track, Beans, Inc in the trap
Riding 4 seaters, 20 deep in the back
Chief in my bag with kief in the cap
And I got a couple clips and a rag for my strap
Don't make me laugh when you soundin really sad
When you're out here spittin lyrics that you don't really have
And you prolly out here thinkin "how much longer will he last,
When he step up to the mic and get to bustin really fast?"
Bitch hit my line no time for the bullshit
Talkin out your neck get you smacked with the full clip
Bop bop bow lay em down its a good hit
Back to the trap smoking thrax only good shit
What you need young stunna
Me and my gang we a bunch of young gunna
Working so hard its a hot boy summer
Where you at not here you a lame you a bumma , bitch
Only care about the gang hoe
Double g and lunch box keep it strapped let it hang oh
Throwing dollar to your main hoe
If its up then its stuck grab my nine and let it bang hoe
Re rockin go insane tho
From the lobby to the top double g gon make it rain flow
Get my homie make it painful
Just gimme the loot fore my homie break an ankle
Lunch on the track, Beans, Inc in the trap
Riding 4 seaters, 20 deep in the back
Chief in my bag with kief in the cap
And I got a couple clips and a rag for my strap
Don't make me laugh when you soundin really sad
When you're out here spittin lyrics that you don't really have
And you prolly out here thinkin "how much longer will he last,
When he step up to the mic and get to bustin really fast?"
Hold up, cut the fat lemme trim it.
Cuz lunch and double g we back for a sentence
We back independent
Leave a crack in the window
Cuz we busted out back leaving fans in a riddle
Leaving bands in the middle
Cracked hands cuz they brittle
Throwing keys of the skittles
Skrtin tracks in a rental
Double G and lunchbox ain't no wack instrumentals
Throwing bars at the jury
So we max the acquittal
Stack an 1/8 in the wrap
Double g to attack
Any body who a wack ass bitch that's a fact
Comin straight for the cash
With yo hoe gotta pact
She gon suck silly sally throw it back for the stack
Said I'm poppin in yo ear hoe
Turn the mic up hear the flavors
Your plug calllin me for favors
Exponential never taper
Gotta radar for the paper
Counting stacks to relax with the beans in the trap
Lunch on the track, Beans, Inc in the trap
Riding 4 seaters, 20 deep in the back
Chief in my bag with kief in the cap
And I got a couple clips and a rag for my strap
Don't make me laugh when you soundin really sad
When you're out here spittin lyrics that you don't really have
And you prolly out here thinkin "how much longer will he last
When he step up to the mic and get to bustin really fast?"