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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?"

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