2 3 Da God - EAT

Ain't been to sleep in a week
Za in my mouth when I speak
Look at the drip on my feet
You can hung like a wreath
They know I eat up a beat
They know I eat up a beat
We can crash out on the street
Like any day of the week
Ain't been to sleep in a week
Za in my mouth when I speak
Look at the drip on my feet
You can hung like a wreath
They know I eat up a beat
They know I eat up a beat
We can crash out on the street
Like any day of the week

These niggas lying they telling a story
I hit up the bro he get packages for me
Don't leave when it rain
And then peel out when it's storming
And he 39 but he grip on a 40
I'm feeling like Robert yo bitch being horry
I almost shot her she tried to record me
Walk in my shoes you gone die on that journey
I put my hand on the stove and it burned me
These niggas know that it's up
Dirty little bitch and she cleaning it up
She just be sucking me up
Know I'm a rider she liking it rough
Boy you is showing yo bluff
We got them choppers if he wanna fuss
I think that he think that he tough
One in his head he been thinking too much
I'm on the road I done been on the road for this paper
I'm going so hard for this paper
I been tryna shake her but she begging me just to date her
I swear I do not wanna date her
And fuck all my haters, I do not got time for the fakers
She think I'm Anita no baker, I ball like a laker
But still bout my green like I'm Tatum
My niggas don't still Dey a take em

Ain't been to sleep in a week
Za in my mouth when I speak
Look at the drip on my feet
You can hung like a wreath
They know I eat up a beat
They know I eat up a beat
We can crash out on the street
Like any day of the week
Ain't been to sleep in a week
Za in my mouth when I speak
Look at the drip on my feet
You can hung like a wreath
They know I eat up a beat
They know I eat up a beat
We can crash out on the street
Like any day of the week

I'm on the Mic like Jordan
Niggas be too informant
Bitch wit me look gorgeous
Sleep on me stop snoring
I'm with lil asia he ain't even foreign
Some Fantasia this glock be performing
Don't wanna race ya pill out like a Percocet
Flex with a gun and it ain't even dirty yet
Hopping wit curry I stay where the thirties at
I'm in the booth right now
Thot lil bitch tryna link right now
He got a fro and we picking em out
He need to thaw so we leaving em out
I'm at the crib tryna leave out da house
I only leave when in need in that mouth
Like I just want to go see what it's bout
Fishing pole on me if he wanna trout
I'm on the road I done been on the road for this paper
I'm going so hard for this paper
I been tryna shake her but she begging me just to date her
I swear I do not wanna date her
And fuck all my haters, I do not got time for the fakers
She think i'm Anita no baker, I ball like a laker
But still bout my green like I'm Tatum
My niggas don't still Dey a take em

Ain't been to sleep in a week
Za in my mouth when I speak
Look at the drip on my feet
You can hung like a wreath
They know I eat up a beat
They know I eat up a beat
We can crash out on the street
Like any day of the week
Ain't been to sleep in a week
Za in my mouth when I speak
Look at the drip on my feet
You can hung like a wreath
They know I eat up a beat
They know I eat up a beat
We can crash out on the street
Like any day of the week

Written by:
Paul Johnson

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