Requiem Inc. - Don’t Bite lyrics

Yo I wish I knew what I
Was doing with my life but on god
I got no clue what's going on
And I kinda like it that way you feel me?

Baddie baby, who you tryna be?
We're like family
Who taught you your manners?
Don't you dare bite the hand that feeds
Now you saying "Who?" can you say "You?"
I'ma go faster than John in the Coupe

And that’s facts, most blunted on the map
I’m always running outta gas
Go for another half
Got 'em brushing up on math
But I been hunting for the stash
Lil' something in the bag
Now he rushing for a cab
And I was running from the
Past for the past week
Clash with the clan and the
Family do they understand
I’m the man that rap need catch me
In the rad pageant, truth be
Told but that ass magic, fLO!
Stupid as a stack of bricks and might
Cut ya grass like a crack addict
She suck ya cash like a bad habit yeah I
Tucked the flask but now I’m back at it
I’m on the run and I’m kinda rushed so I’ll
Just let it buss on yo bland palette

Baddie baby who you tryna be?
We're like family
Who taught you your manners?
Don't you dare bite the hand that feeds
Now you saying who? Can you say you?
Imma go faster than John in the Coupe

Undeclared freshman, swear she's gonna fail
So she fix her problems right
Down in the Yellowtail
Who the one to tell her what
To do on a weekday
Imma tell her just to go freak
Wine wednesday

So pour another glass
Don't worry baby you look fine
Baby you really look fine swear on my life
Yeah I just gotta ask
How many glasses of that wine did
You end up drink tonight
You take 6 oh shit don't spill that oh-

Baddie baby who you tryna be?
We're like family
Who taught you your manners?
Don't you dare bite the hand that feeds
Now you saying who? Can you say you?
Imma go faster than John in the Coupe

Whacko when I have a tantrum
There he goes again
Taking the beat and stamping off
Slam door, whack off
Beat it on the hour like a grandfather clock
And I keep it half ass like a mule

You don't wanna see my ass whole bruh
And you don't wanna see what
I'm half horse for
Before you hatch a plan you hafta incub' one
Another hour passes pass that pen Juul um

Got an 1850's style
But the kids like Lindy Hop
Got a fake story about scars
Evacuate the city block

I change lanes y'all change cars
You play the games I cheat on
I bite the hands you eat from
You pray the plane lands i free fall