Eater In A Lyft lyrics

[Intro]
Anton, I know you made this hard-ass beat, boy
Can't f*ck with you, n*gga
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 di*k hair
Loose-ass n*gga 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 b*tch there
I'm not used to n*ggas not bein' haters, man, that sh*t rare
Think I need prescription glasses, my b*tches come in pairs

[Verse]
Ooh-wee, mansion come with twin stairs
Bad b*tch and her twin starin', red bottoms, misspellin'
Goddamn, boy, you should be embarrassed
n*gga went to court and told the truth, n*gga, Jim Carrey
His run died, he havin' no motion, miscarriage
She gave her new n*gga my old clothes, bet he still wearin' 'em
Dump the nina, get to ringin' off like we quit marriage
Poked your b*tch all in her stomach like the Pillsbury
Bad b*tch 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 b*tch 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 b*tch, finished her
n*gga almost killed a b*tch, 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 b*tch 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 n*ggas gon' grow up?
I'm spam textin' lil' Nel like, "Where you at, bro? Pull up"
Your b*tch put di*k 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 di*k hair
Loose-ass n*gga 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 b*tch there
I'm not used to n*ggas not bein' haters, man, that sh*t rare
Think I need prescription glasses, my b*tches come in pairs