Lyrics B Lunch - Westside Gunn

B Lunch

Hey, fellas, what is it?
Come on, boys,
Wanna fuck?
Fuck all that Knxwledge, I don’t wanna hear that
That’s cool, I (Griselda)
Ayo, catch me in the rain rocking Fear of God rain suits
My nigga hit four 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 Dr Birds with my jewels on, looking rich
Bitches saying he with the beanie
Put the trash bag over the Draco, hundred shots, we over did it
Spent a half-a-day in a fuckin' kitchen
All this dope money, we fucked up Lenox