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I don't care what they gon say
Cuz they won't say it to my face
Got a lot of bitches
Who just wanna come and give me face
Baby you a eater you could

back to the line, lost a couple yards
No Columbus, I just took the good and went stomped the yard
Better yet
I just left the bank better yet
That check

and blue
Other bitch done hit my line she ready for her debut
She done brought a Louis bag and stuffed it up with Lulu
Dragon breath inside the mic,

lines flowing out like I got diarrhea
And all of this tech on me gang like Ikea
Remember when I used to slut out Akea
And nut on her uh
Well you get

that time is money, bae my minutes is not free
Call me, talm bout something on my line or leave me be
You might not be my favorite eater, but you

prison
I'm grandmama raised granddaddy ways
Ahead of my time back in them days
Me and Dex was always catching the fade
but I line you up when it come

had to beat  the bum bitch,
All that internet talk, yeah, Its cute and all
And I respect a bitch that a internet troll
You crossed the line, that's

the back just because
Okay I get a slice of her just like it's pizza but need the whole pie for the feature
Shawty want me on the menu because she a eater

piece 
But wonder why devil still follow me 
Those red and blue lights make em cheese  eat 

I know I said master splinter 
But no I ain't a cheese eater

the hounds cant cuff an eater 
Treesha I don't care if she picture perfect Mona Lisa
Grew up with some savages walk around with damages 
No bandages go against

Sipping on codeine
Got me losing track of time
Just bought this new beam
Don't get caught by this red eye
If a nigga cross that line
Then he gotta pay

we go in back
Your shordy a eater, you knowing that
All I can say is goddamn, wan part of the plan you blowing her phone and she throwing that
Baby

forward they two sided don't f*ck with Quarters
I'm the one serving I'm bringing out What you Ordered
Don't waste my time his shawty a Eater could Blow out

to the lot I got about eight of 'em
Yea, I was 'bout to get delirious
But these niggas can not be serious
You get out of line, we two cars behind, no these lil

I'm advising you to sin your very best
GOAT eater, you can still smell the ace on my breath
Motherfucker
I'm a red breed
Make sure that they hear me,

you where yo dawg at
Couldn't fuck the opp bitch
I'm like baby where your walls at
This hoe a eater
Took the bitch back to her block
Like nigga y'all

almost smacked a eater
She on some extra shit tryna kiss me
New era ain't no regular shit niggas playing with switches only
I'm already in the NBA
With

to your head like a barber
You cant get in the back its a two seater
Off a flat pour the wok in the 2-liter
I don't got no time for no new eaters
Got your

the back
Gettin' shoulder rubs
Begging for the dick she like, Cammy bae you tore it up
Techy for the line, I told Likky, nigga, pour me up
Shootin' in

be your type but you gon stare when she pass

Shawty bad to the bone, a real man eater
Taste good she'll fuck you up like a margarita
No I wont beat

a night slung big pipe got girlie tip toein
You blowin up my line behind a bitch
She in here hip rollin
Bitch this the time I gotta lock in
I can't lose

the one hit her first
I'm the type hit at your melon
Fall back in line it's one at a time my nigga gone serve you again
This little bitch she fine as hell I

Kayla, y'all frank eaters
Who really divas in eight seaters
Blaze meters
Pray for the devious
Who remain our leaders
I break ya fetus as you claim for

these words together
Never stretch to the other side, don't cross nothing but the line
You was thinking shit was sweet, you out your motherfucking mind