Lyrics to Back on that Evil

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 fucking up commas

I'm shopping online off a cd

Left out the court in some ggs

I beat the case in Margiela's

Fuck niggas broke and they jealous

These niggas be hoes and they tellin

Can't let them find out your business

Cause niggas be chattin like bitches

Can't really [?] to no witness



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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 offendi

I get the drank and po' up on an empty

I'm rocking Louis Vuitton with [Mackenzie?]

I got designer all over my body

Re-up from [?] and style [?]

I just might jack up the price on a peon

I just might swipe up a piece til it be gone

This is some shit 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 nigga and told him that we on

Fuck it we sharin, that's the shit that we be on

Down in the a man, they love me like [Deon?]

I'm in the trap nigga, fuckin a [?]

She popped a perc and said that it tingled

Said that I quit but I'm back on that evil

Can't let no fuck niggas [?]



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 [?] with the needle

They run out of money like "Nephew, I need you"

No trusting these bitches, these bitches they traitors

She went to that pussy and sold it in Vegas

I punched me a flight, sippin red in the Caymans

Can't post who I'm fuckin, the little bitch, she famous



We used to hang out the trap in the vacant

And that was my dog til he wrote [?] them statements

And most of my losses were people that's close to me

Stand on my own nigga, ain't noone holding me

Small charges, [Few Nigga?] that's how it's supposed to be

I got some bat shit on ice nigga, overseas

Scared in the street like a motherfuckin notary

Watch who you approach nigga, I keep it close to me



Can't give my all to these little bitty bitches

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 gun, keep it with me cause niggas against me

Can't slide on no bitch if I ain't got a glizzy

Not lookin for love, all these bitches 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 [?] with the needle

They run out of money like "Nephew, I need you"

No trusting these bitches, these bitches they traitors

She went to that pussy and sold it in Vegas

I punched me a flight, sippin red in the Caymans

Can't post who I'm fuckin, the little bitch, she famous



We used to hang out the trap in the vacant

And that was my dog til he wrote [?] them statements

And most of my losses were people that's close to me

Stand on my own nigga, ain't noone holding me

Small charges, [Few Nigga?] that's how it's supposed to be

I got some bat shit on ice nigga, overseas

Scared in the street like a motherfuckin notary

Watch who you approach nigga, I keep it close to me

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