Evil lyrics

[Chorus]
My b*tch got piercings all on her face
I got expensive taste
My hoes not makin' out the A
I buy new clothes every single day
I'm getting rich and these n*ggas hate
I'm getting dope by the money I'm payin'
I got your hoe tryna throw it in my face
We finna slide right on a opp
We take the SRT not a sleigh
I'm tryna slide right in this thot
I got my chain swinging in the face
I got my rings straight out the freezer
I finna pass this hoe I don't need her
We going cash, it's all in the trap
We got the whole damn spot [?]

[Verse 1]
My boy crazy
He tryna cash out
He wanna kill a opp
Say "f*ck, get it even"
I been had a cross
Wear it upside down
Mama say she love me but I'm so damn evil
I done cut a hoe her whole heart right out
Yeah, she sayin' that I'm so damn evil
Look, I'm sayin' that I'm so damn evil
I do my own stunts n*gga I'm evil
Damn, my b*tch doing coke
My neck is covered in snow
Somethin' like Jesus, yeah
Moving up the road, yeah, I'm movin' that road
But this ain't easy
Yeah, I'm putting it on
Damn, I'm putting it on
I make it look easy
I'm rocking these shows
Yeah, I'm rocking these shows
I make it look easy
I'm countin up a roll
Yeah, I'm counting up a roll
I make it look easy
Love f*cking that hoe, huh I tell her let go and she tryna leave
[Chorus]
My b*tch got piercings all on her face
I got expensive taste
My hoes not makin' out the A
I buy new clothes every single day
I'm getting rich and these n*ggas hate
I'm getting dope by the money I'm payin'
I got your hoe tryna throw it in my face
We finna slide right on a opp
We take the SRT not a sleigh
I'm tryna slide right in this thot
I got my chain swinging in the face
I got my rings straight out the freezer
I finna pass this hoe I don't need her
We going cash, it's all in the trap
We got the whole damn spot [?]

[Verse 2]
I spent a thousand on a zippo
Though I spent like twenty thousand all on some drip
I think I'm f*cking with this brand new hoe
I finna swap her had to switch my b*tch
I put Balenciaga on my shades
Then put VETEMENTS on my bag and my fit
Tryna upgrade my five, finna add a laser
Go straight to Stratus to buy a new stick
You ain't gotta ask, b*tch I'm getting paper
I'm finna drop a hunnid on a whip
When at their block, make them boys dance, huh
Man that n*gga is getting dealt, huh
I hate a n*gga that's a b*tch
I love a hoe that's getting rich, uh
I love my money, yeah that's it, huh
I love my drank, I got a sip
I got more arteries all on my wrist
And that little pistol is loaded up with a switch
[Chorus]
My b*tch got piercings all on her face
I got expensive taste
My hoes up n*gga not a [?]
I buy new clothes every single day
I'm getting rich and these n*ggas hate
I'm getting dope by the money I'm payin'
I got your hoe tryna throw it in my face