Back on that Evil lyrics

Can't put my faith in no thottie
I put that drip on my body
I used to trap out the lobby
Smoking on [?]
In foreigns, I'm smoking exotic
I lay back and count up the profit
In Neimans, I'm f*cking up commas
I'm shopping online off a cd
Left out the court in some GGs
I beat the case in Margiela's
f*ck n*ggas broke and they jealous
These n*ggas be hoes and they tellin
Can't let them find out your business
Cause n*ggas be chattin like b*tches
Can't believe bro turned to a witness
sh*t broke my heart like forreally
Pointed me out from the stand
It played out just like a movie
I stood in front of the jury
Verdict: not guilty
Ain't bout no money, then I feel offended
I get the drank and po' up on an empty
I'm rocking Louis Vuitton with My Kenzi
I got designer all over my body
Re-up from papi in Stella McCartney
I just might jack up the price on a peon
I just might swipe up a piece til it be gone
This is some sh*t that I really can't speak on
My killers lay in the bush like a recon
Two hundred thou in the trunk [?]
Looked at my n*gga and told him that we on
f*ck it we sharin, that's the sh*t that we be on
Down in the A man, they love me like Deion
I'm in the trap n*gga, f*ck your La Sabre
She popped a perc and said that it tingled
Said that I quit but I'm back on that evil
Can't let no f*ck n*ggas [?]
Said that I quit but I'm back on that evil
I ran up the bread and do right by my people
I used to see jays hit they vein with the needle
They run out of money like "Nephew, I need you"
No trusting these b*tches, these b*tches they traitors
She went to that pus*y and sold it in Vegas
I punched me a flight, sippin red in the Caymans
Can't post who I'm f*ckin, the little b*tch, she famous

We used to hang out the trap in the vacant
And that was my dog til he went and made a statement
Took most of my losses from people that's close to me
Stand on my own n*gga, ain't noone folding me
Small chosen few n*gga, that's how it's supposed to be
I got some bad sh*t on ice n*gga, overseas
Scared in the street like a motherf*ckin notary
Watch your approach n*gga, I keep it close to me

Can't give my all to these little bitty b*tches
I laugh when I see they stress over my messages
[Gymnastics?] word to the past
I felt it, walking in tension to whippin them Benz's
I ball in the pain, I can't sit on no benches
You owe me some paper, I need mine with interest
Free all the brodies, the judge trynna lynch em
The [?] my hand, I have nothing against em
My God, keep him with me cause n*ggas against me
Can't slide on no b*tch if I don't got a glizzy
Not lookin for love, all these b*tches they iffy
I really was trappin, I flooded the city
I went for the smack with a quart in a Bentley
I call up the driver [?] the Chevy
I wake up in foreign, play ball in Givenchy
Don't ever compare me, that really offend me
Said that I quit but I'm back on that evil
I ran up the bread and do right by my people
I used to see Jays hit they vein with the needle
They run out of money like "Nephew, I need you"
No trusting these b*tches, these b*tches they traitors
She went to that pus*y and sold it in Vegas
I punched me a flight, sippin red in the Caymans
Can't post who I'm f*ckin, the little b*tch, she famous

We used to hang out the trap in the vacant
And that was my dog til he went and made a statement
Took most of my losses from people that's close to me
Stand on my own n*gga, ain't noone folding me
Small chosen few n*gga, that's how it's supposed to be
I got some bad sh*t on ice n*gga, overseas
Scared in the street like a motherf*ckin notary
Watch your approach n*gga, I keep it close to me
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