INTRO
Yuh
Uhh
Shit
Yo Youmans what’s for lunch?
CHORUS 1
The runt of the pickles
I sprinkle the pepper
They f#ck w the visions
Assault not the weapon
Love on my business
The b#tches is extra
Four headed serpent
That b#tch on a stretcher
That flow is so delicate
Home ain’t the sedative
That sh#t is irrelevant
Takin my chances
The money is
VERSE 1
The money better when i don’t be needin it
Flow bleedin deep into yo noggin
On top of it
Honestly
Put in the sloppiest
I am thе prophecy
sh#t is undoubtedly
But Maybe im modеst
Guess I’m feelin rowdy
Yo momma be
In my county
Pop off the balcony (phiewmph)
Rock w it casually
Cause time Is on me
Time is on me
Time is money
sh#t the dollars subtractin up
These kittens is actin tough
I’m jus tryna pass the Blunt
They mad I dont give a f#ck (b#tch)
The game boutta pack a punch
Right after I pack yo lunch
The game boutta pack yo brunch
Right after I blackout on luck
b#tches mad for what (double)
CHORUS 2
The runt of the pickles
I sprinkle the pepper
They f#ck w the visions
Assault not the weapon
Love on my business
The b#tches is extra
Four headed serpent
That b#tch on a stretcher
This flow is so delicate
Home ain’t the sedative
That sh#t is irrelevant
Takin my chances
The money is
VERSE 2
WOAH
Spent it all on the Roledex
Not enough time on the rolex
Girl hit me with you up text
Still feeling like i’m up next
Of course i’m awake
Making beats cause
I got necks to break
That million streaming
Feels like steps away
Monday night
With a 50 dollar steak
Midnight raps and I
Ain’t awake
Weighing a ton so i know you can’t move me
Words transparent so you see through me
Pushing this flow til my wallet complete
I’ll push this car if I land on E
Bring that heat
I’m hungry
You may have been waiting in line
Might as well take a seat
There’s no way you’re getting through me
Lewis
CHORUS 3
The runt of the pickles
I sprinkle the pepper
They f#ck w the visions
Assault not the weapon
Love on my business
The b#tches is extra
Four headed serpent
That b#tch on a stretcher
This flow is so delicate
Home ain’t the sedative
That sh#t is irrelevant
Takin my chances
The money is
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N-Game, Reid Lewis Lyrics – Pickled Peppers