Lil Keed
Eat Dat Up
[Intro: Future & Lil Keed]
[?] bitch, eat that up (Eat that up, bitch)
Dripset, this is spill now (Yeah)
Real spill (What?)
(Boy)
Pipe it up

[Chorus: Future]
Four to five watches, bitch, eat that up (Woah-woah)
And I'm thinking about retiring, bitch, eat that up (Woah-woah-woah)
Hellcat or Turbo Porsche, eat that up (Woah-woah)
Called your baby mama 'bout to beat that up (Woah-woah-woah)
Cartier and Hermes, eat that up
Make my bitch dress in a turban, eat that up (Woah-woah, woah-woah)
Fuck your bitch on purpose, keep that up (Woah-woah)
Pussy n***as actin' nervous, we gon' heat that up (Woah-woah, woah-woah)

[Post-Chorus: Future]
And my attitude the same, yup (Woah-woah, woah-woah)
Spent four millions on chains, yup (Oh-oh, woah-oh)
By the time this [?] lil' freak gon' be a millionaire (Oh-oh, drip)

[Chorus: Future]
Four to five watches, bitch, eat that up
And I'm thinking about retiring, bitch, eat that up
Hellcat or Turbo Porsche, eat that up
Called your baby mama 'bout to beat that up
Cartier and Hermes, eat that up
Make my bitch dress in a turban, eat that up
Fuck your bitch on purpose, keep that up
Pussy n***as actin' nervous, we gon' heat that up
[Verse: Lil Keed]
Keed talk to 'em
Yeah, I told her eat it up
And I nutted straight on the butt, yeah
Boy you better bring more than that, we smoke shit up
Yeah, came from nothing, I came from the bottom so eat that up
Yeah, pull up in Bentley or the Lamb' truck, she eat that up
Yeah, all gold, buss down cuban link like treasury
I just fucked this ho throat in Patterson, New Jersey
I can shoot at long range and the Glock hold 30s
I blow up like propane, and she wouldn't even fuck me

[Bridge: Lil Keed]
Ooh, eat that up
Ooh, 2-25 on the dash
Ooh, eat that up
Ooh, I can't crash
Ooh, I came with your ho, bought in a trash bag
Ooh, pray for long life but just know I spazz, spazz, ooh

[Chorus: Future]
Four to five watches, bitch, eat that up
And I'm thinking about retiring, bitch, eat that up
Hellcat or Turbo Porsche, eat that up
Called your baby mama 'bout to beat that up
Cartier and Hermes, eat that up
Make my bitch dress in a turban, eat that up
Fuck your bitch on purpose, keep that up
Pussy n***as actin' nervous, we gon' heat that up