My Evil Thoughts lyrics

[Intro]
Mm, b*tch
Look, ayy, ayy

[Verse]
Applyin' pressure where it's needed, ain't no room for lettin' up
A sittin' duck, lil' baby, move the f*ck around, you b*tches butt
Gave it up, can't name a b*tch I linked with and ain't f*ck it
Cost a lot to live like this, I'm at hibachi havin' brunch
Put two smokers in a room and see who make it out alive
And after that, I gave the winner laundry soap and then he died
n*ggas fried, I'm spankin' sh*t for real, why would I lie?
Don't need to pop out to no party if that b*tch can't find a ride
Keep your head up on a swivel and stay balanced on your feet
But most important, don't you never leave your house without your gleek
Ayy, n*ggas sleep, me and bro go up and breathe on count of three
A scary scene, b*tch, I done boogied down in ways you won't believe
Words won't ever hurt, it's best you grab some sticks and stones
We ain't forget, in middle school, b*tch, you was gettin' exposed
Ayy, hit the road, you f*ckin' but ain't f*ckin' for no cho
b*tch, you was meant to bust that cooter, ho was thirteen actin' grown
TV dinner date, b*tch, you are nowhere near a ten
I ain't gon' lie, the cooch was wack, but I'm still tryna hit again
But it depend, is she gon' cough a bag when I walk in?
You need stay the f*ck up out them n*ggas' face and watch them kids
Mr. Make-Her-Choose, I got some game that you could use
It's best you know, if you can't bring no cho, you get the boot
b*tch, what it do? I told her drop a chase, she brought me two
Off the muscle with this rhymin' sh*t, I'm cold as Dr. Suess
On the gang, n*gga