Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Family Eat , by - Project YounginRelease date: 22.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Family Eat |
| Ayy |
| Everybody turned they back on a nigga, huh? |
| I’ll show you fuck niggas, ayy, ayy |
| A lot of niggas lost hope, turned they back on me |
| But I ain’t trippin', know them stacks on me, and that’s facts on G |
| Come and shop, I got that pack for cheap |
| And anybody tryna take somethin' gettin' whacked for free |
| I pay for jewelry, cars, and clothes, I fuck these hoes for free |
| Lot of niggas tryna do it but they not like me |
| I got tired of bein' broke, I got trapped in these streets |
| So I’m strapped with this heat, make sure my family eat, for real |
| I started crack slangin', never gang banging, tryna eat |
| Baby maintainin', phone steady rangin', road runnin' |
| To that money, gettin' rich on US-19 |
| Used to jugg the straight drop but now I remix everything |
| Call me the finesse king, get it hard and hit the interstate |
| Hit the GMC for cutlery, rock a 728 |
| Now who you know go from a Vic to a zip? |
| Four times a week, twelve hundred profit each flip |
| 'Long as it’s profit bitch I’m 'bout it, let me make that clip |
| Soon as he snort it, let that dope, know it’s numbin' his lips |
| God blessed me with a talent, spot a buddy off rip |
| Ask if he party, he respond his number, goin' in his flip, ayy |
| Give him a free one, don’t trip, ayy |
| I steal your buddy, don’t slip |
| Florida boy, I never seen snow but sold a lot of blow |
| I love this money, I ain’t goin' back broke, bitch |
| A lot of niggas lost hope, turned they back on me |
| But I ain’t trippin', know them stacks on me, and that’s facts on G |
| Come and shop, I got that pack for cheap |
| And anybody tryna take somethin' gettin' whacked for free |
| I pay for jewelry, cars, and clothes, I fuck these hoes for free |
| Lot of niggas tryna do it but they not like me |
| I got tired of bein' broke, I got trapped in these streets |
| So I’m strapped with this heat, make sure my family eat, for real |
| I put that food on the table, now we all full |
| A young nigga, got more wings than a Red Bull |
| You can’t named a nigga try me, ain’t did shit to 'em |
| My young niggas keep beggin' me just to tell 'em do it |
| Come to my hood, you gotta be ahk to cross the gate |
| They live for free and they ain’t never had no section eight |
| They keep talkin' 'bout the opps, I know that won' never stop |
| We shoot that shit up block to block, we do this shit in front of cops |
| We gon' jump on every nigga ask us for a one |
| Don’t ask me who this shit about, this shit for everyone |
| Fuck a day one, I shoot him up on day two |
| All my niggas 'round me new, don’t make me have to let 'em loose |
| They’ll get wild, keep beggin' me Ralo just let me shoot |
| All my shooters keep tellin' me they need somethin' to do |
| We gon' shoot this bitch up, like we got some shit to prove |
| All them niggas lost hope, like they ain’t got shit to lose |
| A lot of niggas lost hope, turned they back on me |
| But I ain’t trippin', know them stacks on me, and that’s facts on G |
| Come and shop, I got that pack for cheap |
| And anybody tryna take somethin' gettin' whacked for free |
| I pay for jewelry, cars, and clothes, I fuck these hoes for free |
| Lot of niggas tryna do it but they not like me |
| I got tired of bein' broke, I got trapped in these streets |
| So I’m strapped with this heat, make sure my family eat, for real |