Kidwav - EAT MY Dust Lyrics

Running for the month
Gotta make a deal
Gotta Get a bag just to make it real
Never going back just to keep it real
When they doubted on me I was lonely
With nobody right beside me
But WaV through the roof
I think he made to be somebody
Me an los compadres
I'm exotic
With two bitches speaking private
How melodic
Boy I got it
My love so hypnotic
Dick game on narcotics
While these niggas moves robotic
Ain't no doubt it ugh
She play my harmonica
I think I'm in love with her
Bring a friend too double up
So ready to ante up
Here to tally up
Suburb niggas rallied up
WaV a lil classier
Excuse me while I'm passing yuh
Who gone ask fah yah
You ain't catching up
No moe tracks fah yah
You ain't gassed enough
Ima keep the rock
I ain't passing up
Ima hold my own
On my own
While I'm home alone
Tapping on my phone
Liking bitches pictures
Wit a boner on
I might hit yo mistress
From her mentions
I can't stress it
Pay attention yuhh
Running for the month
Gotta make a deal
Gotta Get a bag just to make it real
Never going back just to keep it real