Timbaland
Lunch Break Freestyle

[Intro]
Oh my God
Oh my—, oh my God, my—, my nuts, they itch

[Verse]
Wow, watch this
Finna spill the beans, n***a, get a mop quick
Finna roll a n***a up, where my chopsticks?
And don't touch DDG no more, that's my bitch
Mwah, gimme kiss
Wanna be me, n***a, that isn't this
Money-tarian, a hunnid racks on a dish
Let me get right, get relaxed in this bitch
I get to rappin' this shit like high school
Crackin' bands, I ain't had none
If my daddy see me now, he'd say I'm his bad son
How you know life a bitch? You never had one
How you know success easy? You ain't never had none
Twelve in the trap, kitchen full of crack crumbs
Unc' in there whippin' babies, Jill Jackson
Just bought a TEC (Grrt), I'll ask him
Buyin' Prada in Milan, what the fuck is Pacsun?
Last night, was in a drop top gettin' mop top
Look like my bitch—, way I had her jaw drop
Stonеs in my mouth candy, not Pop Rocks
Glock 9 came in handy, I don't box
Thought you was that n***a, sir, you are not I
You hate mе, I never heard of you, we not opps
Anyone don't see the picture gettin' cropped out
Money come like cha-cha, up my net', hotspot
Lil' bitch keep askin' me, "When we gon' shop?"
Can't let go of these blue faces, Chrisean Rock
Jump on your block like I'm playin' hopscotch
Make a n***a pop-lock when I up—up the Glock
Heard you down bad, is you up-up or not?
"More Monster, sir?" Yep, yep, alot
Probably go broke 'fore I come fuck with thots
Ehh, I'll probably do that, broke or not
Anyways, tired of motherfuckers like you
Always comin' up to me while I do what I do
Like, "Ain't you NASAAN? You the 'jackin'-off' dude
Ain't your daddy Big Proof? You know Eminem too?
Y'all should redo D12, you'll be Proof number two
Wait, y'all could start a whole 'nother crew
Call it, 'N***a, and a White Guy with Attitude'"
Bro, I don't really even know the dude
Bought a minivan, I'm headin' on tour in it
Broken door hinges from stuffin' these whores in it
Told the store attendant I needed it more tinted
I'm shootin' a porn in it, directed by Cole Bennett
G Herbo debit card, bitch got no limit
G string by my jaw, put my nose in it
[?], reverse that when you finished
I made lemonade outta life when Cole gave me lemons, lil' bitch
[Outro]
Lil' bitch, hahaha
DDG, I'm almost home, baby
Baby girl, I know you—, I know you miss me
Haha