Earle's for Lunch ft. Airplane James Lyrics

Somethin' bout you don't want me to keep it low-key

They would never try you, cause yeah, they know me

Slidin' through the back streets, I gotta get my L's back

Pay whatever for you, girl, fuck the sales tax

Pull up in that Hellcat, skirt, skirt on em

Niggas say you know me, so they throw dirt on em

But they can never dirt my name

Put you on game, let you run your own thing

Soxs hat with the patch, so she know it's me

80 degrees windows crack hit me when you free

Made by OGs on the shorts with the black tee

You want some good food, I know where it be

So low-key, but I'm well-connected

Find me in a spot where you not accepted

You fuckin' with the best, what you expectin'

If I ever had to choose, you the one I'm selectin

I done had some bad ones in my collection

I can't lie with them, I done learned my lesson

The way you handle your shit, man, that shit impressive

That's probably why them niggas come off mad aggressive

Like a cop on the road, couldn't pass you up

Gave you my number real quick, told you to stay in touch

Know I'm not from the land, but I'm here much

Let's grab some Earle's for lunch, I need that player's punch

Somethin' bout you don't want me to keep it low-key

They would never try you, cause yeah, they know me

Slidin' through the back streets, I gotta get my L's back

Pay whatever for you, girl, fuck the sales tax

Pull up in that Hellcat, skirt, skirt on em

Niggas say you know me, so they throw dirt on em

But they can never dirt my name

Put you on game, let you run your own thing

I could put you on some game, have you movin' different

Help you elevate, let me demonstrate

Can't put everybody on, cause some be full of hate

When a nigga gettin' cake, it's to motivate

Told her put me on her screen, cause I'm inspiration

Knew I was a real nigga from my conversation

Fuckin' with me, you get the combination

Never let a messy bitch fuck up your operation

She heard the hi-five when she jumped in my ride

Always play it smooth, if she choose, let her decide

If looks kill, baby girl, you homicide

Vintage frames on my face, coverin' up my eyes

But I been watchin' your Versace shades, clockin' ya

You that bitch, love, ain't nobody stoppin' ya

Somethin' bout you don't want me to keep it low-key

They would never try you, cause yeah, they know me

Slidin' through the back streets, I gotta get my L's back

Pay whatever for you, girl, fuck the sales tax

Pull up in that Hellcat, skirt, skirt on em

Niggas say you know me, so they throw dirt on em

But they can never dirt my name

Put you on game, let you run your own thing