Lyrics Eater In A Lyft - Cash Kidd

Eater In A Lyft

Anton, I know you made this hard-ass beat, boy\nCan’t fuck with you, nigga\nAyy\n(I like that, Anton)\nMy eater caught a Lyft here\nI made her get on her lotion, but it ain’t skincare\nSay when, pick where, I’m knotted up like dick hair\nLoose-ass nigga need to tighten up like\nSnap my fingers, twenty hoes gon' pop up out of thin air\nHe won’t hang with gang after the show, but his bitch there\nI’m not used to niggas not bein' haters, man, that shit rare\nThink I need prescription glasses, my bitches come in pairs\nOoh-wee, mansion come with twin stairs\nBad bitch and her twin starin', red bottoms, misspellin'\nGoddamn, boy, you should be embarrassed\nNigga went to court and told the truth, nigga, Jim Carrey\nHis run died, he havin' no motion, miscarriage\nShe gave her new nigga my old clothes, bet he still wearin' 'em\nDump the nina, get to ringin' off like we quit marriage\nPoked your bitch all in her stomach like the Pillsbury\nBad bitch got my wrist buried, she want me to dig in her\nShe gon' pay me just for talkin' to her, I’m the minister\nHe can’t understand how his bitch cheatin' 'cause he live with her\nHe think I’m bein' funny when I say I don’t remember her\nMillion-dollar millionaire, leanin' like a\nShe thought I was missin' her, seen my new bitch, finished her\nNigga almost killed a bitch, she told him I couldn’t fit in her\nTired of rhymin' with this word, I’ma switch it, hold up\nYour lame ass took a honey pack, can’t get no bitch to show up\nThis Perky get the best of me, I’m finna hit your ho up\nI see an opp fourth down, boy, my first gon' go up\nI’m at the pimp convention with my cougar screamin', «Show love»\nAyy, is these niggas gon' grow up?\nI’m spam textin' lil' Nel like, «Where you at, bro? Pull up»\nYour bitch put dick all in her throat, say that she dietin', so what?\nHop off the jet a lil' tired like I got a donut\nMy eater caught a Lyft here\nI made her get on her lotion, but it ain’t skincare\nSay when, pick where, I’m knotted up like dick hair\nLoose-ass nigga need to tighten up like\nSnap my fingers, twenty hoes gon' pop up out of thin air\nHe won’t hang with gang after the show, but his bitch there\nI’m not used to niggas not bein' haters, man, that shit rare\nThink I need prescription glasses, my bitches come in pairs