FAT NIGGAS EATING ft. Champ & Kuma Lyrics

All inside yo grandma house

She rub my back she give me mouth

She cook me grits she from the south

Oh? That's plastic on yo couch

I'm just playing I ain't no freak

My baddest bitch a fucking geek

I beat my meat before I sleep

Then flex on yall like Hercules

Just cause I can

Bitch I'm the man

I just popped a Xan

Landed in Japan, Asians rubbing on my hands

They think I'm Chris Brown, so I did a lil dance

Then I took one back to have threesomes in France.

Bang from my glock and it sound like a drummer

Got money Vegas but I'm not Stunna

Grenade, knife to yo throat you get hit with this blade

Glock to yo Wilson but no I'm not Wade

Pull out the chopper and it spray like Glade

Jordan my shoes but not it ain't Seude, Material

Call me a killer but no I'm not serial

Pinky yo dog but no you not Muriel

Fifth to yo face you know it's ethereal

She ask for help girl I'm not a doctor

Calling me daddy girl you're not my daughter

Kuma and Champ yea we're gonna prosper

She want me to rat girl I'm not your proctor

She want the bread? You gotta be kidding me

That bitch from the WEST think her name was Tiffany

Caught it straight to the brain like it was an epiphany

Chopper make em' dance like Woah

Glock in my lap and it lay real low

Lean in my cup but I move real slow

You know what they say you reap what you sow

Stick your brain bet your ass won't blow