Drank Sinatra - EAT, SLEEP, TRAP, REPEAT ... (feat. DG, "290 Kash King")

Smokers need to smoke
And Junkies walk the streets
I need some money
keep it coming
Seven days a week
Addicted to that dope
Addicted to the streets
Eat sleep trap repeat
Eat sleep trap repeat
Eat sleep trap repeat
Eat sleep trap repeat
Eat sleep trap …
We getting money nigga
Yeah, that's the easy part
If shit get sticky
Blicky blow a nigga knee apart
I never disappoint
You know I'm always at the spot
Just Tell me what you want
But don't be asking me How much we got
I'm Just like Doc Nigga
Off Menace II society
Open around the clock
Niggas get popped just like it's on TV
The Same show
Just a different fuckin program
Big backwoods
Fill that bitch up with bout four grams
Smoking shake
Bitch go see who at the do' fam
Nigga say … You got some loud
I say you know this hoe jam
One hit wonder
You should prolly try to write a song
I talk my shit, and get my money
And move em right along
No disrespect
I'm just in service to my customers
Murderers, bitches, and hustlers
Teachers and lawyers Fuck with us
Looking for pain pills
And whatever else
That could fuck em up
Dealing with depression
Anxiety got em stressed as fuck
It's cuz of them
That I am me
These drugs is NOT for free
I double up like Nipsey Hussle
I'm like your PCP
Primary care physician
I'll Fix you up wit no prescription
Have you feeling good as new
As soon as I get back from the kitchen
Smokers need to smoke
And Junkies walk the streets
I need some money
Keep it coming
Seven days a week
Addicted to that dope
I'm Addicted to them streets
Eat sleep trap repeat
Early early Early early
Junkies be knocking
While I'm yawning
Tell me have you woke up
Flushed pack off by the morning.
Doing push-ups get that weight off
I'm on my schedule
Bust down a backwood
Fill it back up with some medical
Buy it dirty
Whip it whip it until it's back clean Got the game from my mama
Yeah my mama was a trap queen..
I'm in that bando
Working working
Can't fuck this check off
This here ain't stepped on
If you ain't buying you can step off
Two Ninety kashking
I'm getting that pack off yes I am Probably wouldn't be shit
If I ain't never sold a gram
I'm taxing everybody
I don't care if you da fam
I'm thankful for that pirex
Cause it got me out a jam
Know I'm the one
Balling on niggas like I'm Cam
I started from nothing
I'm trying whip it to a lamb
Got two bitches with me
Black and yellow, Gina and Pam
Don't get it confused
I hit the streets so we can
Eat sleep trap repeat
Eat sleep trap repeat
Eat sleep trap repeat
Eat sleep trap …

Written by:
Cornelius Eaglin, Derrick George

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