"I ATE" lyrics
(Flexxgod)
(Yeah, Psycker)
Trap house movin', now shorty a problem
Runnin' the trap like a pharmacy, feel like a Target
Nigga, you look like a lick, boy, you dressed like a target
I ate Percocets, it's hard to park it
I8 BMW, I steered off
She in the passenger seat with her shirt off
Smokin' super cherry lemon, shit you ain't heard of (Yeah)
I seen a fiend die in the kitchen
Had to step over their body to mix it
I made a thirty off cookin', put that where my wrist is
I'm with your girl, she slept over, don't know where your bitch is
I feel like every bitch bi 'cause they always be kissin'
Stay in your lane where you like it, it's no competition
I forgot I took a Perc', boy, I thought I was sippin'
I'm in LA, I feel like a Dodger, I'm pitchin'
She a 304, walk the blade, toe-tippin'
Since I live in the ocean, I know where the fish is
I'm who she DM, or either way, steppin' in Christian
Told her to stop overdosing, I hate when the fiends die
Hit 'em, they keep comin' back for Rebok
I already passed out twice, I got three lives
Hundred round drum, smack a pussy bitch three times
I told her pour up with me, the codeine and deep dive
Grabba, roll that bitch up with a 3.5
Where the plug? I need a pound, I need five
I make the fish scale dance like glitter
Codeine cut with the karo, taste so bitter
Two Perc' 10s in the Faygo, I call that a sitter
You want a discount? I'm not that nigga
Cocaine look like a cod, I feel like a fisher (Yeah)
Slimy as fuck, I put Ferragamo on my tissue
Choppa on me make 'em [?]
I'm out in Mexico pickin' bricks, look like construction
Too much time, I don't got no time to die yet
I'm in a private jet, I pass the blunt to the pilot
Look my wrist will blend as soon as I touch the Pyrex
He tried to rush me, I told him he fouled it
I'm with a European bitch, she cute but have fire sex
Too much time, I'ma see where the time's at
We always talk and wake up, we got two different mindsets
(Yeah, Psycker)
Trap house movin', now shorty a problem
Runnin' the trap like a pharmacy, feel like a Target
Nigga, you look like a lick, boy, you dressed like a target
I ate Percocets, it's hard to park it
I8 BMW, I steered off
She in the passenger seat with her shirt off
Smokin' super cherry lemon, shit you ain't heard of (Yeah)
I seen a fiend die in the kitchen
Had to step over their body to mix it
I made a thirty off cookin', put that where my wrist is
I'm with your girl, she slept over, don't know where your bitch is
I feel like every bitch bi 'cause they always be kissin'
Stay in your lane where you like it, it's no competition
I forgot I took a Perc', boy, I thought I was sippin'
I'm in LA, I feel like a Dodger, I'm pitchin'
She a 304, walk the blade, toe-tippin'
Since I live in the ocean, I know where the fish is
I'm who she DM, or either way, steppin' in Christian
Told her to stop overdosing, I hate when the fiends die
Hit 'em, they keep comin' back for Rebok
I already passed out twice, I got three lives
Hundred round drum, smack a pussy bitch three times
I told her pour up with me, the codeine and deep dive
Grabba, roll that bitch up with a 3.5
Where the plug? I need a pound, I need five
I make the fish scale dance like glitter
Codeine cut with the karo, taste so bitter
Two Perc' 10s in the Faygo, I call that a sitter
You want a discount? I'm not that nigga
Cocaine look like a cod, I feel like a fisher (Yeah)
Slimy as fuck, I put Ferragamo on my tissue
Choppa on me make 'em [?]
I'm out in Mexico pickin' bricks, look like construction
Too much time, I don't got no time to die yet
I'm in a private jet, I pass the blunt to the pilot
Look my wrist will blend as soon as I touch the Pyrex
He tried to rush me, I told him he fouled it
I'm with a European bitch, she cute but have fire sex
Too much time, I'ma see where the time's at
We always talk and wake up, we got two different mindsets
