Who Dat/Eat It (feat. Devy Shh)

Shorty a Baddie, I get in her ribs
Pop a yerk, tryna geek in the crib
I'm bugging, I'm wildin', I'm chasing her thrill
She fucking me good, I might pay all her bills
Psych, I can never do that
Bad bitch, on the bench, Who Dat?
She really unknown, she calling my phone
Ex bitch, keep calling, leave me alone
This shit off of the dome
Riding around with my chrome
Do the drill alone
You fuck niggas some hoes
Whatever I say, it goes
Making M's, not making foes
Broke my heart, you bitches cold
This shit got me froze
All white nails her toes
Slimey, wipe your nose
From the gun, I let it(uh)
From the gun, I let it go
Riding with two heaters
Bullets so hot, you catching fever
Certified Bobbin Weaver
Suck me up, never mind, you a teether
Fuck that bitch, you can keep her
A nigga run up, then he better have his heater
Opps is wide receivers
Pass that hell's retriever
I'm really a top achiever
She said she don't have hoes
I'll never believe her
Bullets start flying like whoa
Buck your teeth like a beaver
Fuck nigga, better get to the pesos
Bullets start flying, they giving out halos
You better duck, better lay low
Devy(shhhhhh)
Walk on the spot with a whole lot of knocks
Nigga, don't make a scene
Chest feeling heavy, that little nigga breathe
We need to get to the green
I'll give her some dick, but she can't get a ring
Brodie just got him a Glock with a beam
Thinking you flying, I'll cut off your wing
Or maybe a shot to the face like (bing)

If I back out my dick, would you eat it?
She bad like Michael Jackson, I'ma beat it
Yah, Yah
Had to tell that bitch to beat it
Yah, Yeah
I can't fall in love, cause I'm conceited
Yah, Yah
Uh, uh, uh, Yah, Yah
Uh, uh, uh, Yah, Yah
Uh, uh, uh, Yah, Yah
Uh, uh, uh

Nigga, this day three and I got no za
That bitch said she love me, I had to ghost, ha
I had to push that girl away, you can't get closa
Lil' boy said he had a K when I pop out, he froze up
In the pack getting rolled up
She throw it back, I control her
Throw it back and I'm blowing her back out
Beat it up like Friday night smackdown
Walk in the spot, and im shutting the trap down
Tryna trap for the bands, so we don't gotta trap
You my brother, won't switch on your back
You got me, I got you, no cap
Keep it at G when I move with my slatt
2-2 tact, I'm moving like that
Shawty bad, I'm just trying to slap
Heard your mans tried to play, he got tapped
Damn, he got wacked
If I back out my dick, would you eat it?
She bad like Michael Jackson, I'ma beat it
Yah, Yah
Yeah
I can't fall in love, cause I'm conceited
Yah, Yah
Uh, uh, uh, Yah, Yah
Uh, uh, uh, Yah, Yah
Uh, uh, uh, Yah, Yah
Uh, uh, uh Yah, Yah