Eat
Eat
Eat
Eat
Tell my choppa eat
Eat
Tell my niggas eat
Tell yo bitch
Three
If I eat
The whole team eating
Ain't no leach in me
I be in his lil bitch guts
Where the fetus be
I was really broker then bitch
Made a money tree
I invest a thousand in some stock
Ain't never had a key
But I got a pound
In this bitch
Im bouta roll it up
Had to switch it up
Wit my lil hoes
That bitch ain't cold enough
Damn yo bitch was hit
I'm off the duss
But I done sobered up
Canik on my waste
Can't sit it down
I gotta keep it tuck
Eat
Tell my choppa eat
All my niggas eat
All yo bitches freaks
Ima make her eat
All my niggas eat
I'm just tryna eat
I'm just tryna eat
I went got a plate
I whipped it up
I did that by myself
Asked niggas for help
But they ain't hear me
So I'm moving stealth
Naw I ain't no boxer
But I work it
Hit it wit the left
I just got a tech
And I'm still screamin
Fuck the ref
My lil bitch a freak
If she could
She a fuck herself
Tied up wit my brother
Swea I got that nigga to the death
Poppin off
I just gave her sauce
She say she love a g
Pappadeux
Gator on my plate
I'm eating lovely
Chillin smoking gas
At a estate
She got some double d's
I already told you
I got bitches at the double tree
Eat
Tell my choppa eat
All my niggas eat
All yo bitches freaks
Ima make her eat
All my niggas eat
I'm just tryna eat
I'm just tryna eat
Eat
Eat
Tell my choppa eat
Eat
Tell my niggas eat
Tell yo bitch
Three
If I eat
The whole team eating
Ain't no leach in me
I be in his lil bitch guts
Where the fetus be
I was really broker then bitch
Made a money tree
I invest a thousand in some stock
Ain't never had a key
But I got a pound
In this bitch
Im bouta roll it up
Had to switch it up
Wit my lil hoes
That bitch ain't cold enough
Damn yo bitch was hit
I'm off the duss
But I done sobered up
Canik on my waste
Can't sit it down
I gotta keep it tuck
Eat
Tell my choppa eat
All my niggas eat
All yo bitches freaks
Ima make her eat
All my niggas eat
I'm just tryna eat
I'm just tryna eat
I went got a plate
I whipped it up
I did that by myself
Asked niggas for help
But they ain't hear me
So I'm moving stealth
Naw I ain't no boxer
But I work it
Hit it wit the left
I just got a tech
And I'm still screamin
Fuck the ref
My lil bitch a freak
If she could
She a fuck herself
Tied up wit my brother
Swea I got that nigga to the death
Poppin off
I just gave her sauce
She say she love a g
Pappadeux
Gator on my plate
I'm eating lovely
Chillin smoking gas
At a estate
She got some double d's
I already told you
I got bitches at the double tree
Eat
Tell my choppa eat
All my niggas eat
All yo bitches freaks
Ima make her eat
All my niggas eat
I'm just tryna eat
I'm just tryna eat
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Writer(s): Bruce Sims
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