Gotta Eat Freestyle

[Intro]
(Danny Draco on the beat, bitch)
(Who dat at the back door?)
Huh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh
Huh

[Verse]
Ran off with the pack, gotta eat
Call him Lebron 'cause he carry the heat (Yuh, yuh)
Bitch, I won't suffer defeat
This forty might blow, go cover your meat
Don't wanna see me, but it's too late
I seen 'em do super well, like I got the cape
Yeah, I'm boutta go, cookin' up, get the suitcase
These hoes on me, 'cause I'm poppin' on MySpace
Don't talk to me, bitch, I'm on Xbox
They want 15, now I got Gucci socks
Hit the store and I cop a shoe box
Bitch, I copped a designer shoe box
Now they ain't fuck with me, it's too hard
Talk to them mask on in [?]
You washed up, yeah, you straight sauce
You washed up, yeah, you straight sauce
Out of line, bitch, I zig-zag
Run it up like I play tag
Every day is the same thing
Paperchase us, you can't hang
I took the sack out, let 'em play with my balls
Yeah, I'm so skinny but you like Rick Ross
You drinkin' tap, now I'm drinkin' Voss
Keep track of the score, like I'm playing lacrosse (Yuh, yuh)

[Outro]
Playin' lacrosse
Huh, huh, huh
Bitch, yuh, yuh
Pew, pew, pew