Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Eat II, artist - Stevie Stone. Date of issue: 13.04.2017
Song language: English
Eat II |
| I come to prepare a dinner plate |
| I brought a few of my family members to demonstrate |
| Niggas here to (eat) |
| Send me to take lead seat deplete they fleet fuckin' with elites, |
| compete my nigga (eat) |
| Send couple rounds a nigga the door unlock |
| Broken up your band nigga the floor drop |
| Whoever mention get the itchin' to diss 'em bitchin' I pay it to a visit, |
| vision, I’m here to close shop |
| I gotta a head with no screws I ain’t got it all |
| Contemplating one them xanies or adderall |
| I’ve been Ruthless check my motherfuckin' catalog |
| Now it’s Strange game nigga, I’m an animal |
| These niggas emotional can’t watch 'em shape shift |
| I send a kite to your region give you a face lift |
| Bitch I’m breakin' them barriers in the space ship |
| It’s all bars, let’s take it to the basics |
| The type of nigga that’ll run to your pockets I’m sayin' my niggas superior |
| Hear you bumping your gums, you niggas is lame, ain’t none of us scared of ya |
| Bringin' you down, I’m pointin' 'em out, all your gimmicks embarrassing |
| And you be tellin' your business she givin' the vision that damage your |
| character |
| But you ain’t from the block so clearly you ain’t know no better |
| I brought some killers with me all you can eat is all you be tellin' 'em |
| We come to bombard the banquet |
| It’s me, N9na, J. L, Joey Cool, take this nigga |
| Clearly we are not the same person |
| Everybody’s learnin' this is not the same sermon |
| I don’t really understand the process of you vermin |
| There’s a lack of unity amongst you that I’m not concerned with |
| You stick around here you get to learnin' |
| You get all the perks and permits |
| But first you gon' have to earn it |
| Your character gonna determine if you’re determined |
| Slap my obstacles like pimps do they bitches and fuckin' turn it |
| I’m back drinkin' this jack drinkin' ass Joey and cigarette smoking in all black |
| Bad homie and some bad bitch with a fat ass dance for me I’m understanding you |
| can’t wait to get the pants off me |
| I’ll walk up in this bitch struntin' like David Ruffin |
| Walk on the stage while somebody rockin' nigga it’s nothing |
| I really party my habits gettin' hella expensive |
| Sometimes I wonder what happens if I wasn’t dismissive |
| He want a picture, she want a picture, I get it |
| But if you create the picture I promise it’s more prolifent nigga |
| Joey and shit he just actin' like he be with it |
| I don’t care if it was once |
| I promise he don’t forget it (ever) |
| Truly elite you can see it by who he came with, it ain’t complicated |
| It’s just particular this arrangement I be out of body |
| Just ask J. L, Ubi or Godi |
| Liable to catch a body then get a drink in the lobby |
| I be |
| (Eat) Like I’m famished, they should’ve never not fed us |
| (Eat) Bottomless pit unsatisfied with this lettuce |
| (Eat) Huntin' rufflin' feathers tough to forget us |
| (Eat) Predators become culinary professors |
| In this cut throat kitchen where bitches be hidin' knives |
| (Eat) For a livin' like Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives |
| Slutty dimes see these diamonds and Donny Punani ties |
| And she dives for the recipe, press aggressively |
| Eyes wide firin' up the stoves pilot, they face bent |
| Sautéed entrees on trays amazement |
| Inspiring iron chef, higher food chain placement |
| Beast in deep grease, basted, test tastiness |
| Sweet straight eatin' they plate, fakin' the sleep |
| Jay sauce say with the beat the way Salt Bae is with meat |
| Heart shapes in the DM |
| Hearts race when they see him |
| Big fish in the shark tank, dark shape in the deep end |
| Feel the threat as this way is makin' these women wet |
| Bettin' their legs are spreadin' like MJ’s in the silhouette |
| Eatin' 'til I’m full and let every friend I met benefit |
| Using every bowl, utensil and plate in the dinner set |
| I’m gonna faithfully, honestly ain’t nothing niggas could say to me |
| Thought I was dead when they could not awaken me |
| They dug a hole and they fell in mistakenly |
| Be on your a-game when aimin' this way at me |
| Ain’t nothin' blockin' my view but the drapery |
| Dame at the top like as if it’s a vacancy |
| Niggas be crazy, we praisin' the bravery |
| Eatin' large quantities and finish every bit relentlessly I’m diggin' in this |
| Give 'em bars 'til they finish all the gym equipment up at Planet Fitness |
| We can charge any bunch of niggas with a spittin' sentence |
| And I get a witness |
| With the «it is ours step» attitude |
| We chew this fast food up in this wicked bidness |
| Peep Peep how I heat seek travel deep feet just to eat meat |
| Beast teeth mangle with beef let the peace leak then I Chief Keef |
| 'Cause I ain’t trippin' off no bitch assness, I rip past this |
| You pick hell then you get ashes, a big fail like skipped classes |
| People feelin' like they made N9na 'cause I did shows and they paid N9na |
| In the area of 8 mile but they actin' like they Kim Basinger |
| All I ever do is show love Juggalo does get a show plug from a flow thug |
| Now they grow grudge when I bareback a nigga no rub |
| Had to work for the love on the Wicked Wonka tour fans turned backs |
| 'Til I hit 'em with the Stamina and then they turned around N9na earned that |
| Told Joe I’d be tourin' when they do the March gotta go stack homie to pay for |
| my divorce |
| Now he tryin' to make the people turn another back on me |
| Nigga I don’t need NOTHIN', but this music, and these grands, and all the fans |
| And my children, an apology for you doggin' me and my B crew |
| On a beach somewhere in Miami with my lady’s punani I can eat too |
| (Eat) |