Tenho Que Comer (feat. EF e Lil Darkie)

Doomshop, motherfucker
Doomshop, motherfucker

You know, I, you know, I don't read magazines, but I carry the magazine
It won't help if you say you're tough
Say my name, you know I'll devour you like a termite
EF is packing the TEC, if you cross paths with me, you know it's your end
Don't stand still, you're gonna get hit
First, look at my past, EF never loses a fight
Like, I'm already on the lookout, I break your legs in the tango
I know you won't handle it, I hit you while eating Fan, I hit you while eating Fandangos

L-I-L D-A-R-K-I-E up on the beat
Smokin so much heat, that type of shit that make you take a seat
Chillin in Brazil with all my boys, we might go hit the beach
Speakin Portuguese, I gotta eat, I gotta eat
Load the chopper, when I write, the magazine go Thoo-thoo-thoo-thoo-thoo
Hatin on the wave, but you nobody, lil bitch, who are you?
Im with Ugo and EF, we makin hits up in the stu
To São Paulo from the LBC, no driving, bitch, I flew

Pu-pu-pu, come, drive-by on the damn opponent
You're really bad, I think you need a doctor
Driving by—driving by with the gun out the window
You saw it and peed yourself (You saw it and peed yourself)
Ugo's on the wheel, EF's on the trigger
Darkie's on the move, Darkie's on the move
Damn, now's the time, bitch
Pu-pu-pull the damn trigger and shoot in the face, bitch
I don't give a damn about anything
I don't care—I don't care about anything (Po-po-po)
I don't care about anything
I don't care—I don't care about anything