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[Intro: Young Thug]
(Baby Goat in this bitch)
Rich nigga shit, dude
Keep a twenty pack, all eaters
Know what I’m sayin’? Eaters, eaters, eaters
Eaters-eaters, eaters, eaters

[Verse 1: Young Thug & Travis Scott]
Gotta let the eaters in (Gotta let the eaters in)
Gotta let the eaters in (Eaters)
Gotta give a shoutout to my mans (Why?)
Ain’t gotta hurt my feet again (Woo; I ain’t gotta step)
They steppin’ in the street again (I ain’t gotta step)
I told her, „I won’t cheat again” (I ain’t gotta step)
Took her up the street, the Benz (Skrrt)
I’m on a million dollar streak again, hey (Run up, we some killers)
Known for takin’ shit, you ain’t gettin’ nothin’ back (Woah, woah, take that, woah-woah)
This bitch fuckin’ me fast, she a Hellcat (Woah, skrrt, woah-woah)
I’m fuckin’ this white bitch, I done brought pale back (Woah, pale, woah-woah)
Imperial, I’m serial (Woah, it’s li—)
I’m serious (Yeah, I’m motherfuckin’ serious, yeah)
Top tier (Woah, ha)
It’s hot as fuck, how you catch a chill? (Woo, it’s— woo)
Hit ’em in the head, just closed the deal (It’s lit, baow)
I stand away from peasants (Peasants, yeah)
This bitch too bad, arrest it (Yeah)
I check the V the fastest (Woah, woah, woah, check the V)
They chop ya top then pass it (Woah-woah, woah-woah)
Play kickball with it, they nasty (Woah, woah-woah)
They from somewhere else, ain’t crew (Woah, woah-woah)
I should’ve stayed in school (Woah-woah)
A plumber, Spider with tools (Spider, woah)

[Verse 2: Travis Scott & Tezzus]
Ya, dig, yeah
I bought twenty-four, not twenty in (Woah)
Poppin’ G6, not no 'Cedrin, yeah (It’s lit, it’s—)
She Indian, but I’m not curryin’ (Indian)
Fucked her in the six, I buried ’em (Give ’em M&M’s)
Swerve, swerve, had to swerve on them, yeah (Ha)
Got the word, they got curves on them, yeah (Ha)
Sent her a bird, we don’t flirt with them, yeah (Woah)
All models like a Jordan them (Jordan them)
Ya dig? (Øway)

[Verse 3: Tezzus & Yeat]
Gotta let the eaters in (Gotta let the eaters in)
I stick to models, only sleep with tens (Stick to models, only sleep with tens)
On G6, poppin’ with a freak again (Blazin’, blazin’, blaze)
I’m hopin’ I don’t fall asleep again (I’m hopin’ I don’t fall asleep again, Øway)
Uh, freaky-ass bitch (Woah-woah, woah), suck a nigga dick (Woah-woah, woah)
I been out the mix (Woah), I been gettin’ rich (Woah, woah-woah)
She drinkin’ my spit when she suckin’ my dick
And she throw it up, suck it again (She throw it up, suck it again)
My dick on her tongue like a mint (Uh-huh)
I look like a motherfuckin’ lick (Uh-huh), eaters (Eaters, eaters)
Bad shit (Bad shit), thick shit (Thick shit)
Shake that ass, bitch (Shake that ass, bitch)
I want eaters (I want eaters on me), I want eaters on me (I want eaters on me)
She stayin’ for a night (Ooh, woo, for a night)
And I skeeted on her (And I skeeted on her, ooh, woo)

[Verse 4: Yeat]
I got eaters, I got eaters on me (Eaters, ooh, woo)
Bitch way too hot, keep a couple heaters on me (Ooh, woo)
I been swervin’ the truck, I been swervin’ the truck off only (Ooh, woo)
No, I don’t fuck with nobody, don’t fuck with you or your homie, ah (Ah)
Couple lil’ eaters on me, yeah, they gon’ open they mouth, ah (Ah)
Let the pitbulls out of the yard, yeah, them dogs gon’ pull up, ah (Eurgh)
She treat me, margarita-rita, huh, ah-ah (Uh)
She wan’ be señorita-rita, huh, ah-ah
She psychic, she can read ya, read ya, uh, uh-uh (Uh)
I don’t need this bitch, I don’t need this bitch, so I pass this bitch (Oh)
I don’t fuck with you, I don’t fuck with the whip, so I crash this whip (At all)
My diamonds on super cold, so I went Icelandic ship (Ooh, woo)

[Verse 5: Future & Yeat]
Fine bitches, shorty cut off, fine bitches
Line them hoes up, that’s how you find bitches
Fine bitches, everything geeked up
Solitary diamonds on me, lil’ slut (Woo)
Too tall to get this Bugatti, still bought one
Slidin’ through like a pilot
Molly, everybody on molly
Pilin’ on jewelry, nigga, I’m pilin’
Some of the diamonds orange, let the eater shine
Pick which one you want, Élégante
Eli’ or the Jacob, go the richest way
Ten Patek watches just to give away
I can’t even tell the time anyway
What a time to be a slime anyway
Twenty vibes, I ain’t minds anyway
Couldn’t care less, on two pills anyway
Half a milli’ for the old school anyway
Why the nigga bossed up a ho anyway?
Ho just wanna eat a nigga anyway
Soon as you meet a nigga anyway

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