[Produced By Von Vuai]
[Verse 1]
Check me out
I come around and shut it down like I'm Nino Brown
That 95 E-320 laced with the sounds
17 and already I'm the freshest in town
That hood ornament be shining, might as well be the crown
10 deep, victory jackets like Indian chiefs
I'm calling shots, my homies give em out if you tryna clown
Heated leather bucket seats, and my panels is wood grain
Premium 93, and penny logos on my feet
Bands
I hit the strip up in my old school whip
Doctor Martin Cooper talking on my old school brick
I call her Gladys Knight, I'm something like an old-school pip
Since 9-5, boy I been on my sh**
They wanna see me slip up
[Hook]
I'm eatin', eatin', eatin', eatin', eatin', eatin'
Getting my stock gains up
I'm eatin', eatin', eatin', eatin', eatin', eatin'
Eatin', eatin', I'm eatin', I'm eatin'
Eatin', eatin', eatin', eatin'
Getting my stock gains up
I'm eatin', eatin', eatin', eatin', eatin', eatin'
[Bridge]
Eat [x8]
[Verse 2]
Man there's way too many hoes to be dealing with
Sign and deliver, sealing sh**
I been so f**ing high, forgot my room had a ceiling
Lil' Fendi, lil' baby Milo
I claim em as my dependent
I'm sh**ting on all these n***as, finessing on all they women
You stressing and get to sweating whenever I'm in her presence
She say she like my direction, I like her aura and essence
If you say you got a gift, make em appreciate your presents
I was born at the bottom, so up my only direction
Word to Rockie Fresh
[Hook][x2]