Eater - 917 Rackz, Sdot Go & Jay Hound

Yeah (P Crisco got that heat, boy) I'm retarded (Ain't that DJ Chose over there?) I'm out my mind, you hear me (It look like DJ Chose) Yeah, uh, ay, I'm gone Big fats, she gon' bust it down, three-point God damn, what the fuck was wrong with her last man? Butterfly, way she make that booty go, "Bop-bop" Scared of her when she go to reachin' for her hair tie She go, "Uck, uck, uck, uck, uck," my lil' eater She go, "Uck, uck, uck, uck, uck," my lil' eater She go, "Uck, uck, uck, uck, uck," my lil' eater She go, "Uck, uck, uck, uck, uck," my lil' eater Throw that ass, when it's shakin' I'ma watch, bend it over, makе it whop Both hands on your knees, push 'em back, make 'em lock Baby stand up on your toеs, come on, breathe through your nose I'ma throw it in your soul, ooh, bop-bop She said she in love with me, you ain't got no choice bitch You a real street nigga? Get you a Detroit bitch Reverse cowgirl, motorbike, she runnin' from it In her stomach, cummin' on that pipe, ain't no runnin' from it Bae, you know it ain't no time to talk I'm Kevin Gates, I got enougha dick for all of y'all Slow motion, pull her hair, grip her ass, slow stroke her Told her friends, no pretend, real dick thrower Big fats, she gon' bust it down, three-point God damn, what the fuck was wrong with her last man? Butterfly, way she make that booty go, "Bop-bop" Scared of her when she go to reachin' for her hair tie She go, "Uck, uck, uck, uck, uck," my lil' eater (Yeah) She go, "Uck, uck, uck, uck, uck," my lil' eater (Haha) She go, "Uck, uck, uck, uck, uck," my lil' eater (Fuck with me) She go, "Uck, uck, uck, uck, uck," my lil' eater (Hit her with that dick, she done fell in love with it) Slim waist, arched ass, I can't compare her to nobody Grabbed her hair tie, get in her bag, that's with no problems She'll look you dead in the eyes and suck your soul out you Make your toes curl, holy hu-hee-hee, no more I don't get tired, you know we ain't finished, it ain't over Ride dick, put your clit down, hold onto my shoulders My bitch, I spit in your mouth, fuck you, I'll choke you I'ma make your friends watch you while I pin you to the sofa Fuck with me, get in touch with me Hit you with that dick, you done fell in love with it I said, baby, fuck with me, get in touch with me Hit you with that dick, you done fell in love with it Big fats, she gon' bust it down, three-point God damn, what the fuck was wrong with her last man? Butterfly, way she make that booty go, "Bop-bop" Scared of her when she go to reachin' for her hair tie She go, "Uck, uck, uck, uck, uck," my lil' eater (Yeah) She go, "Uck, uck, uck, uck, uck," my lil' eater (Huh) She go, "Uck, uck, uck, uck, uck," my lil' eater (Fuck with me) She go, "Uck, uck, uck, uck, uck," my lil' eater (Hit her with that dick, she done fell in love with it) Fuck with me, get in touch with me Hit her with that dick, she done fell in love with it Baby, fuck with me, get in touch with me Hit her with that dick, she done fell in love with it

Uh, they like chill I ain't swipin' for a couple bills Ain't Trip if he ain't geekin' off a couple pills Ain't trippin' I get my gang a couple deals Rackz rackz rackz Keep it real Up in traffic I'm beepin' the wheel Shit was graphic im seekin' to heal Mathematics I'm reachin' a mill Rackz rackz rackz She be wildin' told her take a chill pill Shorty you fuckin' with Rackz I'm the real deal Totin' that real steel Told that pussy boy do you know how the field feel Usin' bunch of bountys those ain't real bills Ready to hunt like bountys bitch I still drill Ouwee be the whistle, kill bill Spin get put on a poster, windmill All these rappers is fake bitch I been real Spittin' more though I be high when I'm in that pussy that shit feel like a portal Bro just scored 5 now he feelin' immortal I do a walk in and start speakin' formal Bitch I'm with Squid and I'm smokin' that coral That's that reefa, give me more bro Nina gon' blow she be doin' that oral We wet you up better hope you could snorkel I ain't done though, I ain't normal Like Mutombo, on the block Got it the harder way fly like a hawk In the bay fuck around and sell crack on the dock These rappers corny flexin' like they ain't popped I keep it on me flexin' like im Pop Holy moly saw the green like its guac In the field I be strapped now I feel like a jock Ooter don't let it slide he just slide when the sun down They gon' run when they hear all the gun sounds Boom, boom boom, bitch I'm the prime with the blood hounds Was a 10, I'm a dub now How that work, you a dumb clown Can't wait til' I see a opp and I run down Brodie a bucket he shootin' for fun now Uh, they like chill I ain't swipin' for a couple bills Ain't Trip if he ain't geekin' off a couple pills Ain't trippin' I get my gang a couple deals Rackz rackz rackz Keep it real Up in traffic I'm beepin' the wheel Shit was graphic im seekin' to heal Mathematics I'm reachin' a mill Rackz rackz rackz