evil curse lyrics

[Intro]
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck

[Verse]
Got me some green but I ain't go to the doctor
Chop sh*t down like the blick helicopter
They ain't expect to see lil' Lazer, this a popup
Tried to rush and f*ck the ho, the b*tch got knocked up
Everybody blicked in this b*tch, this a hot truck
I hit for solo, twin did hit, I got luck
Duck out the stolo, gotta let the garage up
Everybody chillin', why the f*ck you act hard for?
I smoke 'fore I eat, I gotta starve first
Addicted to Za', I think I'm on a curse
n*gga want open, pay for the verse
f*ck n*gga croakin', I'm chargin' for my words
Everybody blicked, sh*t start a f*ckin' purge
Blick in my hand, what I'ma do wit' it in her purse?
Three shot shooter, I walk down wit' a burst
Everybody wanna be crazy, a evil curse
I'm sick slick, I slick need a nurse
You ain't smell sh*t, you can't even search
Boy ,you look like you goin' to bed, big shirt
Coppas get behind me, I'll show ya' footwork
I got the lo to the trap, I know how to get percs
Think I'm lackin' in this b*tch, get murked
I come from the trenches, I come from the dirt
They lock me in the store again I'ma take out the clerk
Mini Draco tucked up under my shirt
b*tch, you ain't that, you a plate, you dessert
Wish I had munyun to spread on my f*ckin' arm
Thought the sh*t was through I'll slap you cross the head wit' a hit
Dead ass show, I'll get this b*tch lit
Zaza crush me but I ain't put it out yet
Everybody hit my DM like he drop hot sh*t
I'm still in a stolo, I'm still in some hot sh*t
You might not f*ck wit' it, you not hip
I need a new extended, a Glock clip
He think he gang 'cause he got dip
Fake ass weed, I shouldn't have shopped here
He better run the stop sign, don't stop here
I look like a shadow, I got on that black sh*t
Real trench boy, you might not never see me in Saks Fifth
Come to the hood n*gga, come to the bat cave
Downtown junkie tried to pull on my door
When I touch munyun, I put on my folks
f*ck boy don't pull on my jacket, let me go
I stock up the freezer and sweep up the Sunoco
The finest hoes be the ones wit' no brain
Any amount of money they give me, I won't change
You addicted to my music like crack, like cocaine
Everybody wasn't born to be that, that's no shame
Fine sh*t goin' way back before fame
Start this b*tch up wit' a button
Ain't no waitin' on a lick, I be rushin'
Boy you ain't talkin' 'bout sh*t, boy you ain't nothin'
Oh, oh, now I'm trippin', oh now I'm buggin'
sh*t get stunnin' when the damn fye done dumped out
Fifty cash, comin' in, comin' in
[Outro]
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck