I Eat Lobster lyrics

[Intro: Big Sad 1900, producer tag & Kanye West]
Ayy
I am West LA, n*gga
f*ck that n*gga talkin' 'bout
(Exclusive made this)
Bro, aye, bro, aye, aye, bro
I ain’t finish, I ain't finish my sentence
I didn't finish my brilliant idea
Aye, boi, aye, aye, boi
Uh huh

[Chorus: Big Sad 1900]
I'm in here, pullin' on my hood and talkin' thumb thru
You 'round here geekin' off these b*tches that be run thru
I'm standin' up in the bed like what's a sunroof?
I leave my shows with all the hoes, and let 'em come thru
You just a big bag b*tch, I get big racks
I eat lobster, this ain't no mothaf*ckin' Big Mac
I heard them n*ggas got your chain, get yo' sh*t back
A n*gga play me out a dollar, get that sh*t back

[Verse 1: Big Sad 1900]
I do it a dash on [?] to [?]
And I don't care where n*ggas from, you better not try me
I [?] gangstas in this b*tch, we don't got ID
I pop a Perc and roll that blunt, then I call [?]
Aye, I got twenty bad b*tches, put 'em front row
I make the play and broke a b*tch out in Frisco
I catch y'all n*ggas in that crowd, y'all better get low
I'on give a f*ck [?] you is, you ain't my big bro
Ayy, f*ck a b*tch, f*ck a n*gga, I'm going Hollywood
Don't need permission from [?], b*tch I'm know I good
Summertime, drop the top, pull up in in every hood
Rollin up, tell [?], pass a Backwood
I got these n*ggas tryna hate, but I'ma maintain
I got my bruddas on the yard, they in a chain gang
And you ain't never touch yo' gun, but you gangbang
Ayy, you a b*tch, he a ho', y'all like same thing
[Chorus: Big Sad 1900]
I'm in here, pullin' on my hood and talkin' thumb thru
You 'round here geekin' off these b*tches that be run thru
I'm standin' up in the bed like what's a sunroof?
I leave my shows with all the hoes, and let 'em come thru
You just a big bag b*tch, I get big racks
I eat lobster, this ain't no mothaf*ckin' Big Mac
I heard them n*ggas got your chain, get yo' sh*t back
A n*gga play me out a dollar, get that sh*t back

[Verse 2: Big Sad 1900]
I seen you talkin' on the 'net, I know you not that
I post a pic with five hunnid, n*gga top that
I [?] shirt off, n*gga stop that
I got the number, block the b*tch and I won't call back
I'm in the town with my n*ggas, I'm in Oakland
I'm sippin' syrup at the dealer, I got motion
I'm Louis V head to toe, forgot my lotion
I take my lil' white b*tch to the ocean
We talkin' money, I got more than your big dog
You're just a rapper not a factor, [?] diss off
Them n*ggas broke, I lost respect and got 'em p*ssed off
The b*tch you lay with every night [?] make my di*k soft
I got love for my n*ggas that be [?]
I can't di*kride no rapper, that ain't like me
You want me dead, then come and put me on a white tee
Ayy, this the new generation, this ain't Ice-T
[Chorus: Big Sad 1900]
I'm in here, pullin' on my hood and talkin' thumb thru
You 'round here geekin' off these b*tches that be run thru
I'm standin' up in the bed like what's a sunroof?
I leave my shows with all the hoes, and let 'em come thru
You just a big bag b*tch, I get big racks
I eat lobster, this ain't no mothaf*ckin' Big Mac
I heard them n*ggas got your chain, get yo' sh*t back
A n*gga play me out a dollar, get that sh*t back

[Outro: Big Sad 1900]
If we beefin' n*gga, walk up and slap me then
Man, you see me walk up and slap the sh*t out me, man
See what happen, man
f*ck all that internet sh*t, walk up, slap me, man
See what happen