eatin' & zachor come up şarkı sözleri

No freeway , take the back road Why you hating, homie? I did what you asked for Made a couple hits, now I got some plaques for My future fam, cause they be going with the stacks though Why you hating on me? What you sad for You dared us easy money, now we got that bag though Homie's clown you till they got some to ask for Homie's act real friendly when you got the cash though Be quick to leave, when y'all be actin real desperate Too busy counting up McChickens, don't need you to press it Time is pressing, Tryna follow when we leave, don't try and guess it It be best if you concede, bro please accept it We be on the big class, boy big stash You don't got the same fit, homie, big trash Y'all got me feeling like Tekashi Cause everything's big, when your new car a Ferrari Homie's getting nice, yeah, once you say the price, yeah Brand new P1 got they eyes straight popping, they enticed, yeah Bout the business, yeah, watch me finesse this Y'all be tripping, yeah, watch me crash the whip Made a hit, but got so many, didn't save it Now I'm cruising down the 101 to Cane's, I'm burning pavement Everybody blowing up my phone, asking for a placement Get you goofy bars up out, y'all don't know how to make a statement Buy more cars just cause, generating buzz Me and Zachor got the apple whip early bruh But never drive it, cause we too busy getting dubs Always cooking, cause the hits we got, they not enough Saucing up, y'all think you need to act tough Save theatrics for the circus, boy you clowning, looking rough Homies always overcompensating cause they isn't buff But nah this all a bluff, on the inside, you just fluff On the come up, cause we save some Want it summed up? we just make some Don't just say some, don't just say some Turn a hundred to a thousand, now we made son Homies run up, stay awake son Tryna drum up, drama's fake son Don't just say some, don't just say some Y'all be putting out mistakes so we partake son Eatin' and Zachor yeah we back we the best All that nonsense, we fell off, I put that to rest Making wreck after wreck, getting check after check Talking bad 'hind my back homie you is a pest So just be quiet, let us do our thing We do it fast, do it slow, and everything in between My flows are the best so they call me a king And they're always so fast so they call 'em McQueen Yeah, I can't stand this Me and Eatin we just on another planet It didn't happen by chance, nah we planned it We going hard like my table granite And I'm switching flows there ain't one that I chose Y'all can't stand up to this, so get back on the floor They weren't here before, now they asking for more But these hits effortless kinda making me bored Y'all on the comedown, we going up now 80 on the 202 going downtown We ain't bad now, you got bad sounds You try to shoot but me and Eatin' got the rebound Y'all on the comedown, we going up now 80 on the 202 going downtown We ain't bad now, you got bad sounds You try to shoot but me and Eatin' got the rebound I can switch the flow and go row this boat Spitting out the truth with no door to door You know we the GOAT, yeah we speak thorough Talk clear like ghost, but you know that I'll find it I grind it I rhyme it I climb it Yeah faster than Tres eats McDonald's, go time it Man it's hard to be sad and upset and so rigid When yo checking account's got so many digits On the come up, cause we save some Want it summed up? we just make some Don't just say some, don't just say some Turn a hundred to a thousand, now we made son Homies run up, stay awake son Tryna drum up, drama's fake son Don't just say some, don't just say some Y'all be putting out mistakes so we partake son Everybody makes the stakes so high, cause all of 'em want you to put out an album Finally release it, call it mid like Malcolm It ain't Fluorescent, so it's trash, that's the outcome Fans yelling at their favorites like they nothing Got a new sound and they be judging They don't like what you becoming, just cause it's different, fell down running Gotta keep hustling, get down And you'll fall off, can't rebound It's a tough game, can't sleep sound When there's hits to be made, you ain't free now But we keep it cool, like always Cheffing up tracks, like all days Yeah we got our tracks on their displays Billboard top 100, we set it ablaze Yeah we set it ablaze, been rapping for days Like in MP8 making big brain plays Beats fat like Tres, bigger than his weight And I still amaze, make the girls go cray Shepherd wah shining like gold on my teeth I pull up to the party they all saying sheesh That QT, Mickey D's, I'm gonna feast Just like Marshawn you know Imma beast I'm on the pink team, so say your prayers You won amateur bracket? Nobody cares Eatin Zachor back, stream it everywhere You know I'm a player, you seen me with hair Call this no lights, yeah we taking flight Evan picking fights, tryna get a wife Living good life, never need a knife To cut through the strife, we gon' get it right On the come up, cause we save some Want it summed up? we just make some Don't just say some, don't just say some Turn a hundred to a thousand, now we made son Homies run up, stay awake son Tryna drum up, drama's fake son Don't just say some, don't just say some Y'all be putting out mistakes so we partake son On the come up, cause we save some Want it summed up? we just make some Don't just say some, don't just say some Turn a hundred to a thousand, now we made son Homies run up, stay awake son Tryna drum up, drama's fake son Don't just say some, don't just say some Y'all be putting out mistakes so we partake son
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