EAT, SLEEP, TRAP, REPEAT ... ft. DG "290 Kash King" Lyrics

Smokers need to smoke

And Junkies walk the streets

I need some money

keep it coming

Seven days a week

Addicted to that dope

Addicted to the streets

Eat sleep trap repeat

Eat sleep trap repeat

Eat sleep trap repeat

Eat sleep trap repeat

Eat sleep trap

We getting money nigga

Yeah, that's the easy part

If shit get sticky

Blicky blow a nigga knee apart

I never disappoint

You know I'm always at the spot

Just Tell me what you want

But don't be asking me How much we got

I'm Just like Doc Nigga

Off Menace II society

Open around the clock

Niggas get popped just like it's on TV

The Same show

Just a different fuckin program

Big backwoods

Fill that bitch up with bout four grams

Smoking shake

Bitch go see who at the do' fam

Nigga say … You got some loud

I say you know this hoe jam

One hit wonder

You should prolly try to write a song

I talk my shit, and get my money

And move 'em right along

No disrespect

I'm just in service to my customers

Murderers, bitches, and hustlers

Teachers and lawyers Fuck with us

Looking for pain pills

And whatever else

That could fuck 'em up

Dealing with depression

Anxiety got 'em stressed as fuck

It's cuz of them

That I am me

These drugs is NOT for free

I double up like Nipsey Hussle

I'm like your PCP

Primary care physician

I'll Fix you up wit no prescription

Have you feeling good as new

As soon as I get back from the kitchen

Smokers need to smoke

And Junkies walk the streets

I need some money

Keep it coming

Seven days a week

Addicted to that dope

I'm Addicted to them streets

Eat sleep trap repeat

Early early Early early

Junkies be knocking

While I'm yawning

Tell me have you woke up

Flushed pack off by the morning.

Doing push-ups get that weight off

I'm on my schedule

Bust down a backwood

Fill it back up with some medical

Buy it dirty

Whip it whip it until it's back clean Got the game from my mama

Yeah my mama was a trap queen

I'm in that bando

Working working

Can't fuck this check off

This here ain't stepped on

If you ain't buying you can step off

Two Ninety kashking

I'm getting that pack off yes I am Probably wouldn't be shit

If I ain't never sold a gram

I'm taxing everybody

I don't care if you da fam

I'm thankful for that pirex

Cause it got me out a jam

Know I'm the one

Balling on niggas like I'm Cam

I started from nothing

I'm trying whip it to a lamb

Got two bitches with me

Black and yellow, Gina and Pam

Don't get it confused

I hit the streets so we can

Eat sleep trap repeat

Eat sleep trap repeat

Eat sleep trap repeat

Eat sleep trap