**Evil ways, p**y!**
[Hook: WifiGawd]
2 grams of the boof
Bad b**h comin' through
I'm like what it do
I might f** with you
b**h I'm state to state
f** up out my face
I'm stuck in my ways
I love getting paid
2 grams of the boof
Bad b**h comin' thru
2 grams of the boof
Bad b**h comin' through
2 grams of the boof
Bad b**h comin' through
I'm like what it do
I might f** with you
b**h I'm state to state
f** up out my face
I'm stuck in my ways
I love gettin' paid
[Verse 2: Alvin Abyss]
In a foreign coupe, sneaks say Jimmy Choo
Bad b**h she choosy, tryna f** the crew
All I rock is vintage sh**, they can keep the Trues
RLX's on my sleeve when I'm slidin' through
2 band shawty bought them bands
2 band shawty got them xans
What you need just hit my jack
Yoou need it b**h I'm servin' thraxx
2 band shawty bought them bands
2 band shawty got them xans
What you need just hit my jack
Yoou need it b**h I'm servin' thraxx
Gucci belt it straight from Saks
Gucci b**h she blow my swag
Baby girl gone shake that a**
When I'm throwin' out them racks
[Verse 3: Morgue!]
My steez from 92
I need that f**in' [?]
3M on my shoes
Designer so she choose
Triple five on the side, pull up in that coupe
Hood rich, look like [or wet like] sushi
Wanna give me [chew?]
Triple five on the side, pull up in that coupe
Hood rich, look like [or wet like] sushi
Wanna give me [chew?]
Like a f**in' gym cla** I'm flexin' with my crew
Throwin' money out the roof, smokin' like Snoop
A n***a really got the sauce, Five got the juice
These n***as lackin', I'll be black[in?] in the f**in' [?]
[Hook: Wifigawd]
2 grams of the boof
Bad b**h comin' through
I'm like what it do
I might f** with you
b**h I'm state to state
f** up out my face
I'm stuck in my ways
I love gettin' paid
2 grams of the boof
Bad b**h comin' through
I'm like what it do
I might f** with you
b**h I'm state to state
f** up out my face
I'm stuck in my ways
I love gettin' paid
**Damn, son!**
[Verse: WifiGawd]
All of my b**hes look proper
I do not f** with the ops
Shawty got hit with the chopper
Mami got hit with the llama
p**y n***a havin' problems
But all of my n***as is problem
All of my n***as who start
They [?] like [?]
p**y n***a havin' problems
But all of my n***as is problem
All of my n***as who start
They [?] like [?]
p**y n***a havin' problems
But all of my n***as is problem
All of my n***as who start
They [?] like [?]
Wait, wait, please don't hit my line
b**h, don't waste my time
Trappin' out the [?]
Light this sh** on fire
Come up with that fire
Why you smokin' quiet
b**h you [?]
[Verse: Yung Mojo]
Bag it up, bag it up, I'm boutta [?]
Bag it up, bag it up, yeah, I'm servin' O's
Bag it up, bag it up, I got hella 'dro
What you really need, you can hit my phone
Need my money, I ain't frontin', you can hit the door
Louis V, the double G, designer head to toe
Need my money, I ain't frontin', you can hit the door
Louis V, the double G, designer head to toe
Cast a spell on that b**h, she can never go
She's got a n***a [?], be my lil' hoe
She a lil' freak, she say i'm [?]
In the trap, countin' bands, I don't go to sleep
I was rollin' off them xans for a f**in' week
Ain't no lick you can get this f**in' heat