Yea
We gotta run it back
(Run it up we run it back)
I just been cooking
Me and B
Me and B he a rookieee
Okay
(We gotta run it back)
Call me chef Boyardee way that I be cooking
Me and B like Walt and Jesse, yea when they be cooking
In the lunch room
Grubbing what the school been pushing
He a rookie so I'm on this beat to show em how I do it
Nah I don't work for Nike but I swear I just do it
If she speak Spanish now I swear I speak it fluent
"Amor de mi vida"
Yeah she tell the truth and , I'm playin my English bitch hear this sayin "boy you stupid"
F*ck Kona ice rather go and f*ck Jay Z's wife
No violence all peace B might keep the knife
F*ck Atlanta no Georgia peach you can't talk it how you write
Jstaxs keep a stack, no Jenga blocks but we high (we high)
No more questions Eazy E
Paint the picture the beat my easel
Y'all don't know just what I mean
Me and B we snapping on the beat, produced by Fackler put together by Antony
Wait B I think it's yo turn m they ain't f*cking wit' meee
The syndrome is down the money is up
I keep it 100 I don't give no f*cks
Your girl on my line, I'm taking my time
Matter a fact she ain't even a 5
Matter a fact I'm feeling sublime
Get down to business, don't waste no time
Feeling like Ja, I'm flashing my 9
(My nine my nine, 9 9)
Shot him down like 1, 2, 3
Jack Fackler ain't nothin to me
Hit 'em once that's R.I.P.
Getting green comes easily
I just let that paper speak
I just f*cked your bitch that hoe ain't shit
There ain't none like me (none like me, none like me)
Keep that drake on me like Mr.OVO that new production
I be keeping it a stack this that new percussion
Lil bro died behind the wheel shit was deviating
Thought we'd never make it out till we was levitating
Leave yo momma devastated
Them thugs in the streets
They be robbing shit for real
Remind me of my homie he be killing for the thrill
Everybody know him he always down to drill
In the lunchroom, in high school, go up high in my room
Your bitch wet typhoon, monsoon, wrong dude. above you high stool, box you in sized pool
I just type it fluent, write it do it, add the Midas too it
Gold fingertips i might just do it, y'all might be losing
That's a fact y'all really gonna be fighting for it
I slide right thru it like the EdHub corner
I Mike Tyson you just through it bitch
I stay calm cus I know that we gonna eat
Like yesterday with the wings, high off all the weed
The shit that be that green like that nasty broccoli
From the lunch lady and I think she flirting with me
Need my money A$AP but I'm not AWGE
I just brush you off like my teeth ain't no issue that I see
Pressure the clamps tightening, turning green from burning leaf
Woke up out my sleep on my stiff arm clip a breeze
Lil bro stepped to me he be swimming with the fishes (FISH)
They call me future the way I'm talking to these bitches
Pull up to the spot ballin out living fine (finneee)
Call up my boy XVG somebody about to die
They call me Scarface they know that I'm a villain
They think I be scamming the way I'm getting to these millions
They think I be lying the way I'm rapping my shit
Y'all don't even know I'm always posted with a blick
And I'm posted with your bitch
And she bound 2 suck my dick
Yeezy season 2024 you know I keep a blick
And I'm down to write it down to type it, if it'll get me rich
And I'll do the verse for B if he let me hit his bitch
(I'm just playin)
Oh my god, what he say? Oh my god, do he play
Oh my god, too much smoke! Oh my god, in his face
If you see me running, best believe I don't do track
She said I don't like to play with rocks, I don't do crack
She said why you ain't smoke me up? Bitch that my last pack
I don't give no handouts, if you thinking that, you can take yo ass
Back home, I'm just cruising down the road
Car go 200 I don't know nothin bout' slow
Got this big ass AK
I ain't come to f*cking play, go hard everyday like Lil Baby we get paid
Get the text "I'm on my way"
She said "Shh, it's getting late"
Like a dragon she get slayed, take her out up on a date to the
Movies, while we rolling up some doobies
Wit' my dawg like we shaggy and we Scooby
Huh
Oopsie
Had to tell my dawg he should come and scoop me
In The Lunchroom (prod. JStaxs) [feat. B] Video (MV)
Lijah - In The Lunchroom (prod. JStaxs) [feat. B] Lyrics
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Yea
We gotta run it back
(Run it up we run it back)
I just been cooking
Me and B
Me and B he a rookieee
Okay
(We gotta run it back)
Call me chef Boyardee way that I be cooking
Me and B like Walt and Jesse, yea when they be cooking
In the lunch room
Grubbing what the school been pushing
He a rookie so I'm on this beat to show em how I do it
Nah I don't work for Nike but I swear I just do it
If she speak Spanish now I swear I speak it fluent
"Amor de mi vida"
Yeah she tell the truth and , I'm playin my English bitch hear this sayin "boy you stupid"
F*ck Kona ice rather go and f*ck Jay Z's wife
No violence all peace B might keep the knife
F*ck Atlanta no Georgia peach you can't talk it how you write
Jstaxs keep a stack, no Jenga blocks but we high (we high)
No more questions Eazy E
Paint the picture the beat my easel
Y'all don't know just what I mean
Me and B we snapping on the beat, produced by Fackler put together by Antony
Wait B I think it's yo turn m they ain't f*cking wit' meee
The syndrome is down the money is up
I keep it 100 I don't give no f*cks
Your girl on my line, I'm taking my time
Matter a fact she ain't even a 5
Matter a fact I'm feeling sublime
Get down to business, don't waste no time
Feeling like Ja, I'm flashing my 9
(My nine my nine, 9 9)
Shot him down like 1, 2, 3
Jack Fackler ain't nothin to me
Hit 'em once that's R.I.P.
Getting green comes easily
I just let that paper speak
I just f*cked your bitch that hoe ain't shit
There ain't none like me (none like me, none like me)
Keep that drake on me like Mr.OVO that new production
I be keeping it a stack this that new percussion
Lil bro died behind the wheel shit was deviating
Thought we'd never make it out till we was levitating
Leave yo momma devastated
Them thugs in the streets
They be robbing shit for real
Remind me of my homie he be killing for the thrill
Everybody know him he always down to drill
In the lunchroom, in high school, go up high in my room
Your bitch wet typhoon, monsoon, wrong dude. above you high stool, box you in sized pool
I just type it fluent, write it do it, add the Midas too it
Gold fingertips i might just do it, y'all might be losing
That's a fact y'all really gonna be fighting for it
I slide right thru it like the EdHub corner
I Mike Tyson you just through it bitch
I stay calm cus I know that we gonna eat
Like yesterday with the wings, high off all the weed
The shit that be that green like that nasty broccoli
From the lunch lady and I think she flirting with me
Need my money A$AP but I'm not AWGE
I just brush you off like my teeth ain't no issue that I see
Pressure the clamps tightening, turning green from burning leaf
Woke up out my sleep on my stiff arm clip a breeze
Lil bro stepped to me he be swimming with the fishes (FISH)
They call me future the way I'm talking to these bitches
Pull up to the spot ballin out living fine (finneee)
Call up my boy XVG somebody about to die
They call me Scarface they know that I'm a villain
They think I be scamming the way I'm getting to these millions
They think I be lying the way I'm rapping my shit
Y'all don't even know I'm always posted with a blick
And I'm posted with your bitch
And she bound 2 suck my dick
Yeezy season 2024 you know I keep a blick
And I'm down to write it down to type it, if it'll get me rich
And I'll do the verse for B if he let me hit his bitch
(I'm just playin)
Oh my god, what he say? Oh my god, do he play
Oh my god, too much smoke! Oh my god, in his face
If you see me running, best believe I don't do track
She said I don't like to play with rocks, I don't do crack
She said why you ain't smoke me up? Bitch that my last pack
I don't give no handouts, if you thinking that, you can take yo ass
Back home, I'm just cruising down the road
Car go 200 I don't know nothin bout' slow
Got this big ass AK
I ain't come to f*cking play, go hard everyday like Lil Baby we get paid
Get the text "I'm on my way"
She said "Shh, it's getting late"
Like a dragon she get slayed, take her out up on a date to the
Movies, while we rolling up some doobies
Wit' my dawg like we shaggy and we Scooby
Huh
Oopsie
Had to tell my dawg he should come and scoop me
We gotta run it back
(Run it up we run it back)
I just been cooking
Me and B
Me and B he a rookieee
Okay
(We gotta run it back)
Call me chef Boyardee way that I be cooking
Me and B like Walt and Jesse, yea when they be cooking
In the lunch room
Grubbing what the school been pushing
He a rookie so I'm on this beat to show em how I do it
Nah I don't work for Nike but I swear I just do it
If she speak Spanish now I swear I speak it fluent
"Amor de mi vida"
Yeah she tell the truth and , I'm playin my English bitch hear this sayin "boy you stupid"
F*ck Kona ice rather go and f*ck Jay Z's wife
No violence all peace B might keep the knife
F*ck Atlanta no Georgia peach you can't talk it how you write
Jstaxs keep a stack, no Jenga blocks but we high (we high)
No more questions Eazy E
Paint the picture the beat my easel
Y'all don't know just what I mean
Me and B we snapping on the beat, produced by Fackler put together by Antony
Wait B I think it's yo turn m they ain't f*cking wit' meee
The syndrome is down the money is up
I keep it 100 I don't give no f*cks
Your girl on my line, I'm taking my time
Matter a fact she ain't even a 5
Matter a fact I'm feeling sublime
Get down to business, don't waste no time
Feeling like Ja, I'm flashing my 9
(My nine my nine, 9 9)
Shot him down like 1, 2, 3
Jack Fackler ain't nothin to me
Hit 'em once that's R.I.P.
Getting green comes easily
I just let that paper speak
I just f*cked your bitch that hoe ain't shit
There ain't none like me (none like me, none like me)
Keep that drake on me like Mr.OVO that new production
I be keeping it a stack this that new percussion
Lil bro died behind the wheel shit was deviating
Thought we'd never make it out till we was levitating
Leave yo momma devastated
Them thugs in the streets
They be robbing shit for real
Remind me of my homie he be killing for the thrill
Everybody know him he always down to drill
In the lunchroom, in high school, go up high in my room
Your bitch wet typhoon, monsoon, wrong dude. above you high stool, box you in sized pool
I just type it fluent, write it do it, add the Midas too it
Gold fingertips i might just do it, y'all might be losing
That's a fact y'all really gonna be fighting for it
I slide right thru it like the EdHub corner
I Mike Tyson you just through it bitch
I stay calm cus I know that we gonna eat
Like yesterday with the wings, high off all the weed
The shit that be that green like that nasty broccoli
From the lunch lady and I think she flirting with me
Need my money A$AP but I'm not AWGE
I just brush you off like my teeth ain't no issue that I see
Pressure the clamps tightening, turning green from burning leaf
Woke up out my sleep on my stiff arm clip a breeze
Lil bro stepped to me he be swimming with the fishes (FISH)
They call me future the way I'm talking to these bitches
Pull up to the spot ballin out living fine (finneee)
Call up my boy XVG somebody about to die
They call me Scarface they know that I'm a villain
They think I be scamming the way I'm getting to these millions
They think I be lying the way I'm rapping my shit
Y'all don't even know I'm always posted with a blick
And I'm posted with your bitch
And she bound 2 suck my dick
Yeezy season 2024 you know I keep a blick
And I'm down to write it down to type it, if it'll get me rich
And I'll do the verse for B if he let me hit his bitch
(I'm just playin)
Oh my god, what he say? Oh my god, do he play
Oh my god, too much smoke! Oh my god, in his face
If you see me running, best believe I don't do track
She said I don't like to play with rocks, I don't do crack
She said why you ain't smoke me up? Bitch that my last pack
I don't give no handouts, if you thinking that, you can take yo ass
Back home, I'm just cruising down the road
Car go 200 I don't know nothin bout' slow
Got this big ass AK
I ain't come to f*cking play, go hard everyday like Lil Baby we get paid
Get the text "I'm on my way"
She said "Shh, it's getting late"
Like a dragon she get slayed, take her out up on a date to the
Movies, while we rolling up some doobies
Wit' my dawg like we shaggy and we Scooby
Huh
Oopsie
Had to tell my dawg he should come and scoop me
Writer: B Smith, Elijah truglio
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid