Mawa Interlude X Lunch Tray Lyrics !!
[Intro: Max B]
Wee, wee
Stretching that shit, nigga, I’m stretching that shit
CO play with me today, I might slap all the shit out that nigga
Think I just misread the energy, he came and told me I’m really that nigga
Accountant accounting for everything, nigga
I told you that Nicki that nigga
Bitches be lying I flew ’em to islands, they can’t even get in the villas
I got to slide for black
I just made 700 thousand sitting in a room, feel like I’m Kai Cenat
Shoutout the independent distributors that understood nigga fire would catch
But I’m about to start a distribution January, I ain’t got no time for that
Calling up Jona and getting the stats
Fucking these hoes and letting them know, I ain’t getting attached (Woo)
Calling up Dan and Jay and making sure the numbers match
They locked me up in a cage, but let them pussy niggas know the dog is back
Airlift him off the yard and send him to medical
All the charges we committing so federal, I don’t even wanna call you back
Pulling her weave, and I got it all in track
Visit, she sticking it all in her crack
Police are coming, I’m calling you back (Ayo, they ’bout to walk, let me hit you back)
I’m at the tippity top
Niggas was thinking they send me to prison, somehow it would get me stop
No, he think he the shit when he not
I’m on the phone with SUGE in Donovan
He telling me he think I could be bigger than Pac
Stretching that shit, nigga, I’m stretching that shit
Stretching that shit (Stretch)
You got my name in your mouth, lil’ bitch
Stretching that shit
It won’t be the same when I’m out, lil’ bitch
Stretching that shit (Yeehaw)
Recording in prison this shit revolutionary
Niggas be niggas, but really be bitches with dicks, they want to be futanari
I go to canteen got more bags on me, weight is way more than you can carry
My little nigga be tucking the knife under pillows, like he was the tooth fairy
Talk of the prison when I’m on the tablet
Jail is only making me more famous than I was, I’m so well established
21 hit records in your whole career to me in a month is a average
That googled eye bitch is in need of some dick, but she cannot get none of this blackness
You can’t have none of this blackness
You can’t have none of this blackness
You can’t have none of this shit
Know I’m a vet when it come to this shit
We getting Bejins all over the North
Don’t let me call Pressa and Bun in this shit
Bitch, get the fuck from the front of my cell
Before you make the police come and run in this shit
If you want a fade, then fuck all that talking my nigga, we running that shit
If I wasn’t living the shit that I’m talking on top of the song, I be done in this bitch
Smoking on gas inside of the cell, I hit it and might lose a lung in this bitch
You see me pass, and you niggas tell, I swear you gon’ lose you a tongue in this bitch
Free Tory
? no chains for me
Breaking these boundaries, I’ll rise and be free
In the darkest place, light shines, we’ll see
Free Tory, ’til it’s backwards like the truth decree
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