JJK FAM, Champ, Kuma - FAT NIGGAS EATING Lyrics

All inside yo grandma house
She rub my back she give me mouth
She cook me grits she from the south
Oh? That's plastic on yo couch
I'm just playing I ain't no freak
My baddest bitch a fucking geek
I beat my meat before I sleep
Then flex on yall like Hercules
Just cause I can
Bitch I'm the man
I just popped a Xan
Landed in Japan, Asians rubbing on my hands
They think I'm Chris Brown, so I did a lil dance
Then I took one back to have threesomes in France.
Bang from my glock and it sound like a drummer
Got money Vegas but I'm not Stunna
Grenade, knife to yo throat you get hit with this blade
Glock to yo Wilson but no I'm not Wade
Pull out the chopper and it spray like Glade
Jordan my shoes but not it ain't Seude, Material
Call me a killer but no I'm not serial
Pinky yo dog but no you not Muriel
Fifth to yo face you know it's ethereal
She ask for help girl I'm not a doctor
Calling me daddy girl you're not my daughter
Kuma and Champ yea we're gonna prosper
She want me to rat girl I'm not your proctor
She want the bread? You gotta be kidding me
That bitch from the WEST think her name was Tiffany
Caught it straight to the brain like it was an epiphany
Chopper make em' dance like Woah
Glock in my lap and it lay real low
Lean in my cup but I move real slow
You know what they say you reap what you sow
Stick your brain bet your ass won't blow

All inside yo grandma house
She rub my back she give me mouth
She cook me grits she from the south
Oh? That's plastic on yo couch
I'm just playing I ain't no freak
My baddest bitch a fucking geek
I beat my meat before I sleep
Then flex on yall like Hercules
Just cause I can
Bitch I'm the man
I just popped a Xan
Landed in Japan, Asians rubbing on my hands
They think I'm Chris Brown, so I did a lil dance
Then I took one back to have threesomes in France.
Bang from my glock and it sound like a drummer
Got money Vegas but I'm not Stunna
Grenade, knife to yo throat you get hit with this blade
Glock to yo Wilson but no I'm not Wade
Pull out the chopper and it spray like Glade
Jordan my shoes but not it ain't Seude, Material
Call me a killer but no I'm not serial
Pinky yo dog but no you not Muriel
Fifth to yo face you know it's ethereal
She ask for help girl I'm not a doctor
Calling me daddy girl you're not my daughter
Kuma and Champ yea we're gonna prosper
She want me to rat girl I'm not your proctor
She want the bread? You gotta be kidding me
That bitch from the WEST think her name was Tiffany
Caught it straight to the brain like it was an epiphany
Chopper make em' dance like Woah
Glock in my lap and it lay real low
Lean in my cup but I move real slow
You know what they say you reap what you sow
Stick your brain bet your ass won't blow