Here Comes Evil (feat. DatLankyMan)

Who they fucking with?
Who they think they're fucking with?
I know damn well it ain't me
Had some friends say they was on some brother shit
I know damn well they ain't mean it
Had my girl up, mind on some other shit
She know this dick ain't free
Might hit a motherfucker for the fun of it
I pray for yo safety
Well, haaa
Here comes evil
Don't move bitch we on black beatles (on black beatles)
Here comes evil
Call my stretch he gone bring me to the theatre (theatre)
We so lethal
Hit them with the one-two turned him to a sequel (turned him to a sequel)
She need that weed smoke
She so evil she burn in cathedrals

Pack of zig-zags hand on a spliff like a baton
Break a bitch back family are fans of my songs
Like a tic-tac taking them one by one until they're gone
Ain't no chit chat for me bitch I ain't about the flaunt
Play me like a bitch and I'm ruining your show hun
Fake ice homie that's a motherfucking cold front
Take me for a kid who can't rap you getting showed up
It's date night for you ain't nobody gonna show up what are you doing
Homie you a dog but it ain't the ones I'm cool with
When we done our set got you wondering how we do it
Whole clique whack bitch you be acting foolish
When I'm with the lank ho we be getting ghoulish
They ain't gone fucking with us nah they can't
Bringing the sun in my in my hand let them tan
Walking with evil in me I'm the man
Remove all the thief's in this game that's the plan
Make a mountain out of mole hills if you wanna talk
And I doubt that you hold still when we get to pop shit
Patience going, going, gone like the auctions
Act like sitting on the throne ain't an option
Cash long with my dawgs we stepping like some dachshunds
Cap pulled with blunts so we hopped in
Floating with butterflies like we boxing
Right hook, left until the foes get boxed in

Did you hear me? I'm fucking stoned!
Woke up felt like robbing a bank
I got cash for the masses putting gas in the tank
I'm about to head downtown I'm about to get me a drank
And then I pull up on your bitch and then I give her the tube steak
Yeah I'm talking bout you motherfuckers like that
Tell that kid he gone never get his bike back
Cause I'm riding down the road
Got a pound that's load
And I got all his shit put on the bike rack
About to tell all these hoes you'll never hike that
Cause I'm walking a mile with all my cognac
Yeah I'm wobbly wobbly
I'm making sure no one follow me
And I'm taking his shit and he won't fight back
Crazy cause I just wanna be
Getting whomped like a wallaby
And you know there's no stopping me
Cause I'm like that
Tell ya hoe that she prolly need to wipe that
Tell her man that he doesn't wanna wife that
I'm getting so ridiculous
And I'm so promiscuous
And I'm always thinkin' that they don't like me
I hope they wanna piece of this
Hope they wanna see some shit
And if you don't then you can bite me
Cause I stole ya mistresses
Stole ya businesses
And now the cash it taste like candy
Got all the praise you better hand me
Wanna see some shit you better watch m



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Writer(s): Logan Bolt
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