Thrash - Eat It Up (feat. Da Don)

Yesssir
And I got my niggas in this bitch with me nigga
The fuck you thought this was?

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This shit on my neck got me freezing (Ice)
He leaking cuz he reaching (Woo)
Niggas think its sweet oh he tweaking (Facts)
I'm collecting tithes like a deacon (Cash)
She not freaking; we not speaking
I'm the king but I ain't from Cleveland
Ok
Money on mind that's my motto (Yeah)
Big racks in my pocket like I hit the lotto (Lotto)
In the studio smokin' gelato (Gas)
Money calls I pick up pronto
Head Honcho
Don't play with me nigga
And I get to spazzin', have it jumpin' like a jamboree
Money ain't involved so why you calling me
Go highjack a plane and you niggas still not fly as me
I see bitches eyeing me
Ain't no denying me
Okay
A nigga say it's up, well bitch it's up
Get my niggas to wet you up
Since you actin' tough
I'ma call yo bluff
Kobe in the clutch
Ima sit back and smoke this Dutch
Oh he surprised cuz I got him touched
I'm out
Dont play with me nigga, Facts

Da Donnnn
Lets Go
Ima give it to em raw, I'm talking uncut (Straight raw)
Thanking God for all my blessings, ion believe in luck (Not at all)
Wave length, temp fade, that's how I like my cut (Facts)
I'm sipping real heavy, but my ice is lightly crushed (Po up)
I gotta see a mill or 2, I want the big bucks (For real)
And you so damn nosey, tryna see what's in my cup (What's the deal)
Sensei got the backwood stuffed (That gas)
My love for money so got damn tough (On god)
You moving weird, ima call yo bluff (For real)
Niggas ain't real like I thought they was (Let's go)
They'll Capp you down but you showing real love
Stay in yo lane with ya middle finger up (With ya middle finger up)
Make sure you pay attention to who you trust (To who you trust)
If you gotta cut em off then you better adjust (I swear)

Yesssirr
Im back like crack in the 80s (80s)
This shit here gone be crazy' (Crazy)
Thrash and Da Don this shit amazing (Woo)

Better yet fantastic (Tastic)
And please don't play with me, it can get drastic (Boom boom)
I swear I'm so immaculate (Immaculate)
I see they flashing money, I hope they stacking it (Racks)
Ain't going back and forth, ain't tick for tacking it (Not at all)
Stay on yo Ps and Qs just like the alphabet (Just like the alphabet)

We taking off just like a jet (Zoom)
Im balling like a triple threat (Yeah)
Been balling running up a check (Yeah)
We aint lost it, not even a step (Yeah)

That shit they talking bout so past tense (So past tense)
Hit Atlanta and ball like I'm damn Vince (Carter)
And they looking so damn mad just like the damn Grinch (Like the damn Grinch)
And they calling me big dawg like I'm Michael Vick (Like I'm Michael Vick)

And we got Sensei on the beat BITCH

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Thrash Thrash

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