EVIL lyrics

Uh
f*ck dat n*gga
b*tch
Stupid ah n*gga
Annoyin ah b*tch (On God)
The f*ck
Lil b*tch

(Marrgielaa)
Brand new Bag im Winnin
Big AR jus to put it in it
Real Trap music n*gga ian Singin
My diamonds ice n*gga yeah they Blingin
Ian a Nice n*gga b*tch im Sinnin
That b*tch is a Nat why is u Defendin
If i Catch a Rat n*gga ima End him (Ong, b*tch)
The Dot on his Face like the End Of a Sentence
Back Door n*gga The f*ck is an entrance
(Ight f*ck it im not gon relax no more f*ck dat sh*t)
Kill yo baby n this sh*t gettin tragic
Glock on me Turn a n*gga to Past Tense
Trap b*tch say she lovin my Accent
Glock make him Disappear like Magic
Reappear jus So i can Re-Slap Him
Kill his Mama den that n*gga Start Laughin
Real n*gga b*tch im not wit da Actin
Sip drank cuz that sh*t is Relaxin
Off a Perc and it Feel like Im Laggin
Gun down if i heard that he Flaggin
Want a Feat? Wеll n*gga im Taxin
If i want yo b*tch den ima Have it
AR and dis sh*t Automatic
Kill his Daughter say i dont know what Happеn b*tch
f*ck that (On God)

(Slump6s)
Gang
Street n*gga man im outa the Juvie
Tie that n*gga like a Mf Bubble
In da Game man i Dont needa Huddle
(Wait wait wait Lemme Redo it, b*tch)
Glock hit him make that Lil n*gga Stumble
2 Straps Ian talkin A Couple
Big Bag and i Make that sh*t Double
(Alright lemme T Up fr, Gang)
We poppin him like a Oxy
U got a man but i know that he Not Me
Im at the Top and ain't no one can Top Me
She at my Crib and she Tryin to Top Me
I needa bag, Asap no Rocky
I know he mad why he ain't shot me? (Shoot me)
f*ck, Im always Messin it Up
n*gga talk down then we Sendin him Up
Told me Come Over she Setting me Up
I know u Hurt but i dont give a f*ck
My n*ggas Scorin that sh*t like a Puck
4 Leaf Clover boy U outta Luck
He say its up Den we Sendin Him Down
Wet him Up den we Lettin him Drown
Skinny n*gga But im Movin da Pounds
Rich n*gga im tha Talk of Tha Town