Eaters Lyrics – Young Stoner Life, Young Thug

Read the full Eaters lyrics by Young Stoner Life and Young Thug from the album Slime Language 3 along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Young Stoner Life’s music, you can also explore Club Outside and Mob Guys, two other songs by Young Stoner Life.

[Intro: Young Thug]
(Keep it going in this b!tch)
Rich n!gga s*it, dude
Keep a twenty pack, all eaters
Know what I’m saying? Eaters, eaters, eaters
Eaters-eaters, eaters, eaters

[Verse 1: Young Thug & Travis Scott]
Gotta let the eaters in (Gotta let the eaters in)
Gotta let the eaters in (Eaters)
Gotta give a shoutout to my mans (Why?)
And gotta hurt my feet again (Woo, I ain’t gotta step)
They stepping in the street again (I ain’t gotta step)
I told her “I won’t cheat again” (I ain’t gotta step)
Took her off the street, the Benz (Skrrt)
I’m on a million dollar streak again, hey (Run up, we some killers)
Nova taking s*it, ya ain’t getting that back (Woah, woah, woah, take that)
This b!tch fu*king me fast, she a Hellcat (Woah, woah, woah, skrrt)
I’m fu*king this white b!tch, I done brought hell back (Woah, woah, woah, hell back)
Imperior, I’m Syrian (Woah, it’s lit)
I’m serious (Yeah, yeah; I’m motherfu*king serious)
Top tier (Woah, ha)
It’s hot as fu*k, how you catch a chill (It’s—)
Hit ’em in the head, just closed the deal (It’s lit, bah)
I stand away from peasants (Peasants, yeah)
This b!tch too bad, arrest it, yeah
I check the V the fastest (Woah, woah, woah, check the V)
They chop ya top then pass it (Woah, woah)
Play kickball with it, they nasty (Woah, woah, woah)
They from somewhere else in crew (Woah, woah, woah)
I should’ve stayed and screwed (Woah, woah)
A plumber, Spider with tools (Spider, woah)

[Verse 2: Travis Scott & Tezzus]
Ya, dig, yeah
I bought twenty-four, not twenty in (Woo)
Popping G6, not no Sedring, yeah (It’s lit, it’s—)

She Indian, but I’m not currying (Indian)
Fu*k the innocence, I buried them (Give ’em M&M’s)
Swerve, swerve, had to swerve on them, yeah (Ha)
Got the word, they got curves on them, yeah (Ha)
Sent her a bird, we don’t flirt with them, yeah, woah
All models like a Jordan dem (Jordan dem, ØWAY)
Ya dig?

[Verse 3: Tezzus & Yeat]
Gotta let the eaters in (Gotta let the eaters in)
I stick to models, only sleep with tens (Stick to models, only sleep with tens)
On G6, popping with a freak again (Blazing, blazing, blazing)
I’m hoping I don’t fall asleep again (I’m hoping I don’t fall asleep again, ØWAY)
Uh, freaky-ass b!tch (Woah-woah, woah), suck a n!gga d!ck (Woah-woah, woah)
I been out the mix, I been getting rich (Woah, woah-woah)
She drinking my spit when she sucking my d!ck
And she throw it up, suck it again (She throw it, suck it again)
My d!ck on her tongue like a mint, yeah
I look like a motherfu*king lit stick, b!tch (Eaters, eaters)
Bad s*it (Bad s*it)
Thick s*it (Thick s*it), shake that ass, b!tch (Shake that ass, b!tch)
I want eaters (I want eaters on me), I want eaters on me (I want eaters on me)
She staying for a night (Ooh, woo) and I skeeted on her (Ooh, woo)

[Verse 4: Yeat]
I got eaters, I got eaters on me (Eaters, ooh, woo)
B!tch way too hot, keep a couple heaters on me (Ooh, woo)
I been swerving the truck, I been swerving the truck off only (Ooh, woo)
No, I don’t fu*k with nobody, don’t fu*k with you or your homies, ah (Ah)
Couple lil’ eaters on me, yeah, they go open they mouth, ah (Ah)
Let the pitbulls out of the yard, yeah, them dogs gon’ pull up, ah (Eurgh)
She treat me margarita-rita, uh, ah (Uh)
She won’t be señorita-rita, uh-uh, ah
She psychic, she Korea-rea, uh-uh-uh (Uh)
I don’t need this b!tch, I don’t need this b!tch, so I pass this b!tch (Oh)
I don’t fu*k with you, I don’t fu*k with the whip, so I crash this whip (At all)
My diamonds on super cold, so I went Icelandic ship (Ooh, woo)

[Verse 5: Future & Yeat]
Fine b!tches, shorty cut off fine b!tches
Line ’em hoes up, that’s how you find b!tches
Fine b!tches, everything geeked up
Solitary diamonds on me, lil’ (Woo)
Too tall to get in this Bugatti, still bought one
Sliding through like a pilot
Molly, everybody on molly
Piling on jewelry, n!gga, I’m piling
Some of the diamonds orange, let the eater shine
Pick which one you want, elegant
Ellie or the Jacob, go the richest way
Ten Patek watches just to give away
I can’t even tell the time anyway
What a time to be a slime anyway
Twenty vibes, I ain’t minds anyway
Couldn’t care less, on two pills anyway
Half a milli’ for the old school anyway
Why the n!gga bossed up a ho anyway?
Ho just wanna eat a n!gga anyway
Soon as you meet a n!gga anyway