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Ak Tarantino - Real Eater Lyrics

Real Eater Lyrics[Intro]
Ayy, son, we're 'bout to go catch us some [?]
AK fuckin' up the beat

[Chorus: AK Tarantino]
That lil' bitch a real eater, someone hold her back, ayy
Posted with that big heater, killers dressed in black
That new AK came with a strap, ayy, bad bitch in the trap
She told me, "Hit it from the back", I said, "Okay", 'cause I'm with that

[Verse 1: AK Tarantino]
7:57, get my Glock and hit the strip, ayy
7:58, I get a phone call from a bitch, ayy
By 7:59, she told me come out to her crib
At 8 o'clock, I pulled up knockin' on the door, she let me in
I hit that lil' bitch from the back, the defintion of a pimp, ayy
Choppa, we drivin' a [?]
I pulled up to the scene just to see what it is
He got about fifty duffels that fit with promethazine, told me he just hit a lick
Hop in the seat, and take off in the ship
Put the gun in my lap, and then play with the tens
I'm 'bout to fly overseas with the bricks
Ain't gettin' caught by security, tell 'em to suck on my dick
I'm 'bout to die off the Perc
Roll with the boy in the back, look like they rolled him up on a shirt
If I do not wake up off the Perc, and it work
I sign him a paper 'cause he got a lot to go learn
Put the boy in the back when I burn this lil' bitch

[Verse 2: D.B Chapo]
Ayy, I had one, [?] got two ninas
They real eaters, got three heaters
I pour 'bout four in that four-liter
Got five bitches in the back of the all-black Bimmer
Fuck on a hoe, and then duck on a hoe
And you know how that goes, then I leave her
I only hit up the bitch when I want me the head, then I say that I really do need her
Gimme the top on my Lightning McQueenin'
Goin' hella fast, I might get a lil' [?] some meters
Rollie so cold, it got stuck in the freezer
Walk 'round the block like a motherfuckin' reaper
Bitch, you know that I need bands for the feature
I'm in a Suburban, I ride a two-seater
Go look in the back, that bitch got a few speakers, ayy
If you ain't playin' my song on the aux, then I'm tellin' you, "Gimme that aux back"
Shippin' my packs, you don't know that I'm schemin', you tell 'em to gimme my rocks back
Bitch, I don't play with the pack, if you wanna get back, then I'm cockin' a Glock back
Scammin' another one, scammin' another one, tell 'em to go get a box back
Scammin' these bitches, I feel like the wolf of the street
I got the beast, I let out a Drac'
That Glock got a dick, I ain't swingin' that way
7.62 load up in a K
I ride with the chop in the night and the day
This shit a game, bitch, I wanna play
Stay off the grid, then pop at your face
Pop at your face, yeah, pop at your face

[Chorus: AK Tarantino]
That lil' bitch a real eater, someone hold her back, ayy
Posted with that big heater, killers dressed in black
That new AK came with a strap, ayy, bad bitch in the trap
She told me, "Hit it from the back", I said, "Okay", 'cause I'm with that