Eat his words lyrics

[Intro]
I swear Reyes made this

[Verse 1]
They-They hate me and I hate them too
Countless man's been shot and stabbed, no cap, I can name me a few
Lit got done
Kipz got done
Clipz got bun and we splashed them too
Catfish gang don't lie for a pack like Blackz
Get slapped tryna hit that shoot
Little man's gassed cah' he scraped my shoe
Ooh, we got countless opps in zoots
S can't rest
Reckz can't rest
Stompz was loud but we put him on mute
Didn't drop Lzz but we smoke him too
Pass that spliff lemme' smoke him too
I see Stompz hold up in a bio'
Girls are dark, 'cause she smokes him too
Little man got dropped by God, on God, I'm still gonna smoke that yute
Strizz got sauced, no Levi roots and pigs still p*ssed, they can't find no clues
Smash and pass can't give you a chance
Stuttz took shots like he drunk off booze
Blur them names, can't give them views and she says "No Filter" is her favourite tune
[Chorus]
Wet down yutes for the gang, it's facts and they didn't even owe me back
Talk wass on tracks cah i wet my shank
They mad at that man, cah the bredrin's packed
Three in the rizz, still smoke on that
Had to splash that yute, cah' i owed him that
Talk on Sus, are you smoking crack?
Made him eat his words when we took his shank
Wet down yutes for the gang it's facts and they didn't even owe me back
Talk wass on tracks 'cah i wet my shank
They mad at man, cah the bredrin's packed
Three in the rizz, still smoke on that
Had to splash that yute, cah' we owed him that
Talk on Sus, are you smoking crack?
Made him eat his words when we took his shank

[Verse 2]
Opp-Opp girls wanna chill on the 6 with lit
Please come in, so one way entrance
Timmy got dipped like we're still in the Brexit
And KLoose watched how we cheffed his bredrin
Oh, sh*t I forgot to mention
I've seen Lengz freeze like he lost the connection
Little kid can't get no attention, it should've been his face up on that pendant
Get a drop on an opp, let's go
Yo, we ain't got no time for the stalling
It's appaulling how we melted Snow
Bro, one hop out the ride and corn him
No respawning when he let that go
Forensics putting up tents and chalk them
Tried to warn him but we turned him ghost
Gang got three of them pricks in a row
Still do it for my GI Joes
And if it weren't us man, then it's definetly Tulse
Four door full trynna' stop man's pulse
Free Broadday, he was really on smoke
Was it me? I don't know
Could've been me or it could've been bro
Chilling with them get your head back toast
If your talking packs, then we bringing it home
[Chorus]
Wet down yutes for the gang, it's facts and they didn't even owe me back
Talk wass on tracks 'cah i wet my shank
They mad at man 'cah the bredrin's packed
Three in the rizz, still smoke on that
Had to splash that yute, cah' i owed him that
Talk on Sus, are you smoking crack?
Made him eat his words, when we took his shank
Wet down yutes for the gang is facts and they didn't even owe me back
Talk wass on tracks cah i wet my shank
They mad at that man, cah the bredrin's packed
Three in the rizz, still smoke on that
Had to splash that yute, cah' we owed him that
Talk on Sus, are you smoking crack?
Made him eat his words when we took his shank