Eat Lyrics

Don't know which way to go

Conversations bout that bag I'm tryna get some lows

Fuck that bitch she cut me off when I was at my lowest

Now she tryna build and grow I'm tryna meet a grower

I be in my head so much sliding man i just roam around

Sticked up don't pat me down

My heart in lost in found

That trap got hella pounds

My dog gone take em down

Thats my dog right or wrong

Some shit can't say on songs

Mentally it made me strong

Shwaty ima call you back I'm in the trap wait by the phone

I don't know whats going on

Something in the air shit feel funny this night might be long

Fuck that shit get in my zone i clutch that fye ima make it home

Eat gotta eat with that heat I'm burning leeches

I don't surf

I'm the wave

In the field aint in no bleachers

In the street like a song

With that glocky thats the feature

In the trap

Gotta trap

With that trap boy I'm a teacher

Man the street done got political

We just flipping reciprocals

Weighing up on the digital

I was broke but i fixed it though

Bout respect young nigga get physical

Nigga speak real give a fuck about lyrical

Them niggas hating with a mic tryna diss you

Them niggas hating with a fye tryna hit you

Stand up guy I take my issue

He wishy washy he switching

Think my bro be giving whippings

He pushing up with them switches

Think a nigga doing hair

All the glockys came with extensions

I be dripping

Really stepping

Cause jugs get all my attention

Eat gotta eat with that heat I'm burning leeches

I don't surf

I'm the wave

In the field aint in no bleachers

In the street like a song

With that glocky thats the feature

In the trap

Gotta trap

With that trap boy I'm a teacher

Eat gotta eat with that heat I'm burning leeches

I don't surf

I'm the wave

In the field aint in no bleachers

In the street like a song

With that glocky thats the feature

In the trap

Gotta trap

With that trap boy I'm a teacher