Bite! - Sarob

I don’t bite but I’m never full

Hungry as ever, my engine turning, I’m burning fumes

Smile a lot, but don’t let it fool

Came off the avenue, neighbors having no revenue

And last show was over-seated, y’all don’t understand

Fliers ‘round the city, I must be a wanted man

Lotta bros need tippy-toes to reach these goals

I’m savion, the avians love every pose

Pushing forward, whipping a bowl up, smooth as Maradona

She want chauffeur, took her to Kroger, ain’t nobody’s donor

Hide my wallet when I’m in it, that’s some paranoia

Promoters playing, y’all gon pay me or need better lawyers

I’d be getting to that money if I wasn’t rapping

Ex girl is down for life, don’t let her get to snapping

Betcha can’t do it like how me and my brothers made it happen

Betcha somebody trip on me and I’ma send em packing

I’d be getting to that money if I wasn’t rapping

Ex girl is down for life, don’t let her get to snapping

Betcha can’t do it like how me and my brothers made it happen

Betcha somebody trip on me—uh uh, uh uh, yeah, yeah

Mighta got a little head but that ain’t cheating

Mighta got a little fed but that ain’t eating

Only got a little tread but we still speeding

Demons right behind a nigga, feel the devil breathing

Beaming down a barrel, burrowed, hollow body heaving

Baby girl just got her weave in, I might have to leave in

Everybody think I’m wavy just because I’m streaming

How many times I tell a nigga it ain’t what it’s seeming?

Meet the quota, hit the COTA, they fans like Dakota

Fuck the police, with my wodies, you know why they showed up

Hide my wallet when I’m in it, that’s some paranoia

Don’t act like I owe ya, I don’t even know ya

Clap ya hands and stomp ya feet

I got the Grap Luva pumpin, it’s on repeat

Shoutout to Zapp and my boys from in the D

‘Fore I raise a glass, I’ma roll my sleeves

Used to pray and fast

Now I hunt and feast

I might hit the gas

If you roll the tree

I wanna thank everyone for supporting me

Just tryna make it to wherever I’m s’posed to be