Lunch Meat song and lyrics by Young Nudy
Rollin’ pressure, startin’ pressure, blowin’, applyin’ pressure (Applyin’ pressure)
(Yo, Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)
I’m a stepper, he’s a stepper, big 4L forever (Forever)
Know these *** niggas regret goin’ against the ***’ devil (The devil)
Must forgot I send them shots, I been a shooter, ***, I’m stretchin’
Oowee, we still on the front street (Front street)
Still put niggas on plate, turn ’em to some lunch meat (Lunch meat)
Yeah, and I got them racks them hoes still wanna hunch me (Wanna hunch me, phew)
Said they love my lingo, gangster, and I’m country (And I’m what?, yeah)
Trigger country boy, said that *** nothin’ (Said I’m nothin’)
East Atlanta, man, we take ***, we make this money (We make this money, ***)
Niggas trap, niggas rob (Yeah), niggas doin’ somethin’ (Doin’ somethin’)
Can’t be broke, they gon’ laugh, you not gettin’ no money (You not gettin’ no money)
Ooh, and you know I’m havin’ cash money, this *** forever (Forever)
And your ho gon’ scream, might yell (Yell), while we swerve ’round in that Tesla (That Tesla)
Let that car drive while I *** your ho, man, I’m so extra (So extra)
Talkin’ gangster to me, *** boy must got some pressure (Some pressure)
Boy, you better pray to God, he’ll tell you I’m too extra (Too extra)
Always tryna keep it cool, but they wanna test me (They wanna test me)
Guess my lifestyle don’t seem real to ’em, must think I’m flexin’ (Must think I’m flexin’)
Guess these niggas wanna be another ***’ question (Question, damn)
‘Nother gas pack I can roll up (Yeah), jump in the field, I’ll show ya (Yeah)
Built for this ***, you not a soldier (Nah)
I thought I told ya (Yeah), clap with the stick, sound like Magnolia (Magnolia)
I had to show ’em (I showed ’em), this killin’ *** part of my culture (My culture)
Yeah, EA-ski (I’m just tellin’ y’all my side of this ***, man)
We got it out the bricks (Yo, Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?), hahahahaha, yeah
Oowee, we still on the front street (Front street)
Still put niggas on plate, turn ’em to some lunch meat (Lunch meat)
Yeah, and I got them racks them hoes still wanna hunch me (Wanna hunch me, phew)
Said they love my lingo, gangster, and I’m country (And I’m what?, yeah)
Trigger country boy, said that *** nothin’ (Said I’m nothin’)
East Atlanta, man, we take ***, we make this money (We make this money, ***)
Niggas trap, niggas rob (Yeah), niggas doin’ somethin’ (Doin’ somethin’)
Can’t be broke, they gon’ laugh, you not gettin’ no money (You not gettin’ no money)
Stack your cash, you gon’ last, ain’t no ho you can’t smash (Ain’t no ho you can’t smash)
Man, your opps, you know they broke, they not gettin’ no cash (They not gettin’ no cash, ***)
And them opps, they know they broke, they not gettin’ no cash (They not gettin’ no cash)
They be scared, ***, stay in the house before I drop some on your ass (‘Fore I drop some on your ass)
I got them young niggas poppin’ out, they ready to toe-tag (They ready to toe-tag)
We in the club, we stomp *** out, that’s how we on they ass (That’s how we on they ass)
They see me in person, they hush they mouth with they lil’ scary ass
(Wth they lil’ scary ass, yo, Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)
***, hahahahaha, yeah
Oowee, we still on the front street (Front street), still put niggas on plate
Turn ’em to some lunch meat (Lunch meat)
Yeah, and I got them racks them hoes still wanna hunch me (Wanna hunch me, phew)
Said they love my lingo, gangster, and I’m country (And I’m what?, yeah)
Trigger country boy, said that *** nothin’ (Said I’m nothin’)
East Atlanta, man, we take ***, we make this money (We make this money, ***)
Niggas trap, niggas rob (Yeah), niggas doin’ somethin’ (Doin’ somethin’)
Can’t be broke, they gon’ laugh, you not gettin’ no money (You not gettin’ no money)
I like them right here (Damn, yeah), I like them right here (Big 4L, ***)
Ooh, phew, phew, ooh