Time To Eat

Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the lord my soul to keep tryna step to me Take off yo shoes and socks you better creep I got eyes in da back of my head They both stay open when I sleep I got 9 That just the type Wit 32 it's time to eat Hhh hhh hhh hhh hhh We finna eat em up Left the chop at home Pass bruh my stick I'm finna beat em up Lil bruh got that skat They try to dip Gone have to speed em up Outside in that field We keep that steel We finna tee em up Jordan 4's Steppin shit No hoes Messy shit Make sure when you steppin out The house you don't forget the blick Necklace look like ice and shit Flawless give me that Tyson lisp Get back to the crib and girl gone suck me on some dyson shit I'm the type to pop up Make one move And they gone turn up I can't make no moves Up In this mood I need to burn up My girl like to dress I like to mess I lift her skirt up I can't ever stress About no opp say they gone hurt us How you been Too straight Police they tried to do Ray Swear my life a movie You might confuse it with blue ray Face shots Tooth ache Squeezing shit like it's tooth paste Niggas when they see me They Chrishean they got the blue face (Hook) Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the lord my soul to keep tryna step to me Take off yo shoes and socks you better creep I got eyes in da back of my head They both stay open when I sleep I got 9 That just the type Wit 32 it's time to eat Hhh hhh hhh hhh hhh We finna eat em up Left the chop at home Pass bruh my stick I'm finna beat em up Lil bruh got that skat They try to dip Gone have to speed em up Outside in that field We keep that steel We finna tee em up Been up on that boss shit Not the one who gone talk shit If I ever get caught up cheating It wasn't my fault bitch Streets look like a hairline Decorate that shit wit chalk bitch Uh uh that was yo partner He should've never had talked shit Posted on the East I got my feet up Gettin my eat up Finna roll some trees up Eat my bitch from feet to knees up Boolin wit the real gang members We throwin Bs up Hopped up out the hoodie Yung Dza he cut the heat up Trappin outta mommas I still think we need Obama To come free some of my partners Who missin they sons and daughters Aye What I see I call it I call it den I done saw it Kairie want it Know I bought it Kids finna be spoiled rotten (Hook) Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the lord my soul to keep tryna step to me Take off yo shoes and socks you better creep I got eyes in da back of my head They both stay open when I sleep I got 9 That just the type Wit 32 it's time to eat Hhh hhh hhh hhh hhh We finna eat em up Left the chop at home Pass bruh my stick I'm finna beat em up Lil bruh got that skat They try to dip Gone have to speed em up Outside in that field We keep that steel We finna tee em up Gang