Eater In A Lyft

Lyrics

[Intro] Anton, I know you made this hard-ass beat, boy Can't fuck with you, nigga Ayy (I like that, Anton) [Chorus] My eater caught a Lyft here I made her get on her lotion, but it ain't skincare Say when, pick where, I'm knotted up like dick hair Loose-ass nigga need to tighten up like [?][0:26] Snap my fingers, twenty hoes gon' pop up out of thin air He won't hang with gang after the show, but his bitch there I'm not used to niggas not bein' haters, man, that shit rare Think I need prescription glasses, my bitches come in pairs [Verse] Ooh-wee, mansion come with twin stairs Bad bitch and her twin starin', red bottoms, misspellin' Goddamn, boy, you should be embarrassed Nigga went to court and told the truth, nigga, Jim Carrey His run died, he havin' no motion, miscarriage She gave her new nigga my old clothes, bet he still wearin' 'em Dump the nina, get to ringin' off like we quit marriage Poked your bitch all in her stomach like the Pillsbury Bad bitch got my wrist buried, she want me to dig in her She gon' pay me just for talkin' to her, I'm the minister He can't understand how his bitch cheatin' 'cause he live with her He think I'm bein' funny when I say I don't remember her Million-dollar millionaire, leanin' like a [?][1:07] She thought I was missin' her, seen my new bitch, finished her Nigga almost killed a bitch, she told him I couldn't fit in her Tired of rhymin' with this word, I'ma switch it, hold up Your lame ass took a honey pack, can't get no bitch to show up This Perky get the best of me, I'm finna hit your ho up I see an opp fourth down, boy, my first gon' go up I'm at the pimp convention with my cougar screamin', "Show love" Ayy, is these niggas gon' grow up? I'm spam textin' lil' Nel like, "Where you at, bro? Pull up" Your bitch put dick all in her throat, say that she dietin', so what? Hop off the jet a lil' tired like I got a donut [Chorus] My eater caught a Lyft here I made her get on her lotion, but it ain't skincare Say when, pick where, I'm knotted up like dick hair Loose-ass nigga need to tighten up like [?] Snap my fingers, twenty hoes gon' pop up out of thin air He won't hang with gang after the show, but his bitch there I'm not used to niggas not bein' haters, man, that shit rare Think I need prescription glasses, my bitches come in pairs