Genius

[Chorus]
(Shi', shi')
They like, "Lunch, you be making that shit"
Couple shooters, they stay on that shit
In the field, bitch, we stay on that shit
Cut you off, not gon' play with that bitch
Call my new ho okay and that's it
She don't like how I be drinkin' that shit
Pour a few more, okay, and that's it
Roll a few more, okay, and that's it

[Verse]
Got like two poles, I stay with that flare
She be mad, I can't stay with that bitch
I be mad she be fuckin' them fens
I got thots up in Japan, nigga, tell me how you want this to end, uh
I took some drugs in the air, uh
I get them motherfuckin' bucks when I land
They be mad that we runnin' em over
They bе mad I ain't fuckin' with no one
They be mad at Young Lunch, I'm too goatеd
Feel like two-four, but my real name Kobe
You got Wock and the red, I need both of 'em
Turn that bitch to a shooter, I toss it up
She squirt on that dick, she a Moby
I shoot like Kobe, the racks shoot like Kodak
Glock 40 with me like it's OVO
You not who we thought you would be, who you thought it was
Drip not what you could see, this imported
I got some pieces that's imported
I got some bitches in Portugal
Really a genius
Bitch, I could think me a fortune

[Chorus]
(Shi', shi')
They like, "Lunch, you be making that shit"
Couple shooters, they stay on that shit
In the 'Vette but you stay on that shit
Cut you off, not gon' play with that bitch
Call my new ho okay and that's it
She don't like how I be drinkin' that shit
Pour a few more, okay, and that's it
Roll a few more, okay, and that's it