Gotta Eat
Who was there for me
A lot of y'all just left me in the streets
I don't ask for help cause I don't need
Now I'm laughing with some bitches in my sheets
Yeah I gotta get it gotta eat
Imma put a band up on my feet
Imma hit Miami for the week
Gotta get it yeah
I want this shit for keeps
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Dripping got a leak
Said she like the Gold in my teeth
Yeah
You could get the glock with the beam
I know Your bitch was getting shared like a meme
Yeah
She yelling save me
I won't ever let the money change me
Imma cut you off if you be acting shady
He be talking tough be he cooperating
I done seen a lot
I know these bitches crazy
Been around the block
I know who all the snakes is
I don't trip at all
That shit don't even phase me
I don't want no call
Don't want no conversation
Yeah
Man i just do this I don't talk a lot
I'm in the Stu' I spit a hundred shots
I'm in the whip I spin a hundred Blocks
Used to have a hundred friends
Now I got a hundred opps
Who was there for me
A lot of y'all just left me in the streets
I don't ask for help cause I don't need
Now I'm laughing with some bitches in my sheets
Yeah I gotta get it gotta eat
Imma put a band up on my feet
Imma hit Miami for the week
Gotta get it yeah
I want this shit for keeps
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Gotta eat
I was swimming
Now I'm floating in the breeze
45 by my side
Let it bleed
Always money on my mind
I don't sleep, yeah
She yelling save her
Beautiful and broken
And I got the paper
She only show me love
When it's in her favor
If I don't do it now
The drugs will probably take her
I choke-slam that pussy
Like the undertaker
Want to fuck with me
Until she meet her maker
Wake up in the morning
Thank my lord and savior
Ripping up the city bitch
Like I'm a blazer, yeah
I don't do this I don't talk a lot
I'm in the booth I spit a hundred shots
I used to have a hundred friends
Now I got a hundred opps
Who was there for me
A lot of y'all just left me in the streets
I don't ask for help cause I don't need
Now I'm laughing with some bitches in my sheets
Yeah I gotta get it gotta eat
Imma put a band up on my feet
Imma hit Miami for the week
Gotta get it yeah
I want this shit for keeps
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Man I just do this I don't talk a lot
I'm in the Stu' I spit a hundred shots
I'm in the whip I spin a hundred Blocks
Used to have a hundred friends
Now I got a hundred opps
A lot of y'all just left me in the streets
I don't ask for help cause I don't need
Now I'm laughing with some bitches in my sheets
Yeah I gotta get it gotta eat
Imma put a band up on my feet
Imma hit Miami for the week
Gotta get it yeah
I want this shit for keeps
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Dripping got a leak
Said she like the Gold in my teeth
Yeah
You could get the glock with the beam
I know Your bitch was getting shared like a meme
Yeah
She yelling save me
I won't ever let the money change me
Imma cut you off if you be acting shady
He be talking tough be he cooperating
I done seen a lot
I know these bitches crazy
Been around the block
I know who all the snakes is
I don't trip at all
That shit don't even phase me
I don't want no call
Don't want no conversation
Yeah
Man i just do this I don't talk a lot
I'm in the Stu' I spit a hundred shots
I'm in the whip I spin a hundred Blocks
Used to have a hundred friends
Now I got a hundred opps
Who was there for me
A lot of y'all just left me in the streets
I don't ask for help cause I don't need
Now I'm laughing with some bitches in my sheets
Yeah I gotta get it gotta eat
Imma put a band up on my feet
Imma hit Miami for the week
Gotta get it yeah
I want this shit for keeps
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Gotta eat
I was swimming
Now I'm floating in the breeze
45 by my side
Let it bleed
Always money on my mind
I don't sleep, yeah
She yelling save her
Beautiful and broken
And I got the paper
She only show me love
When it's in her favor
If I don't do it now
The drugs will probably take her
I choke-slam that pussy
Like the undertaker
Want to fuck with me
Until she meet her maker
Wake up in the morning
Thank my lord and savior
Ripping up the city bitch
Like I'm a blazer, yeah
I don't do this I don't talk a lot
I'm in the booth I spit a hundred shots
I used to have a hundred friends
Now I got a hundred opps
Who was there for me
A lot of y'all just left me in the streets
I don't ask for help cause I don't need
Now I'm laughing with some bitches in my sheets
Yeah I gotta get it gotta eat
Imma put a band up on my feet
Imma hit Miami for the week
Gotta get it yeah
I want this shit for keeps
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Man I just do this I don't talk a lot
I'm in the Stu' I spit a hundred shots
I'm in the whip I spin a hundred Blocks
Used to have a hundred friends
Now I got a hundred opps
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Writer(s): Justin Buchanan
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