Lyrics Bite! - Sarob

Bite!

I don’t bite but I’m never full
Hungry as ever, my engine turning, I’m burning fumes
Smile a lot, but don’t let it fool
Came off the avenue, neighbors having no revenue
And last show was over-seated, y’all don’t understand
Fliers ‘round the city, I must be a wanted man
Lotta bros need tippy-toes to reach these goals
I’m savion, the avians love every pose
Pushing forward, whipping a bowl up, smooth as Maradona
She want chauffeur, took her to Kroger, ain’t nobody’s donor
Hide my wallet when I’m in it, that’s some paranoia
Promoters playing, y’all gon pay me or need better lawyers
I’d be getting to that money if I wasn’t rapping
Ex girl is down for life, don’t let her get to snapping
Betcha can’t do it like how me and my brothers made it happen
Betcha somebody trip on me and I’ma send em packing
I’d be getting to that money if I wasn’t rapping
Ex girl is down for life, don’t let her get to snapping
Betcha can’t do it like how me and my brothers made it happen
Betcha somebody trip on me—uh uh, uh uh, yeah, yeah
Mighta got a little head but that ain’t cheating
Mighta got a little fed but that ain’t eating
Only got a little tread but we still speeding
Demons right behind a nigga, feel the devil breathing
Beaming down a barrel, burrowed, hollow body heaving
Baby girl just got her weave in, I might have to leave in
Everybody think I’m wavy just because I’m streaming
How many times I tell a nigga it ain’t what it’s seeming?
Meet the quota, hit the COTA, they fans like Dakota
Fuck the police, with my wodies, you know why they showed up
Hide my wallet when I’m in it, that’s some paranoia
Don’t act like I owe ya, I don’t even know ya
Clap ya hands and stomp ya feet
I got the Grap Luva pumpin, it’s on repeat
Shoutout to Zapp and my boys from in the D
‘Fore I raise a glass, I’ma roll my sleeves
Used to pray and fast
Now I hunt and feast
I might hit the gas
If you roll the tree
I wanna thank everyone for supporting me
Just tryna make it to wherever I’m s’posed to be