B Lunch Lyrics

Westside Gunn B Lunch

[Intro: ?]
Hey, fellas, what is it?
Come on, boys, [?]
Wanna f..ck? f..ck all that Knxwledge, I don't wanna hear that
That's cool, I (Griselda)

[Verse]
Ayo, catch me in the vein rocking Fear of God rain suits
My nigga here for extra niggas he can't shoot
Cocaine pots, my chef stirring
Tangerine A12, that shit purring (skrt)
He got shot in his head only for a split
In [?] the birds with my Trues on, looking rich
Bitches saying he with the [?]
Put the trash bag over the Draco, hundred shots, wwe over did it
Spent a half-a-day in a f..ckin' kitchen
All this dope money, we f..cked up Lenox
Ah