Evolve ft. Trouble Child Lyrics

Choppa came with a switch

I put a gun on you

You better hope that I miss

I got a Glock, shit in my pocket, I'm making it rock

Out like a rock and she gonna pop

If he keep talking then she gonna pop it if he talking

Bitch you fanned out

I'm the man now

We go blam now

Put your hand down

I ain't on ho with a 6-speed

She livin' that shit that she texts me

You know me with a XP

I'm in that hoe if she let me (Yeah, yeah)

(Yeaa, okay!)

Spin, spin, spin, these niggas be fanned out

Stand up guy, I can't stand down

You are only tough when your friends around

Think that you 'bout it-'bout it, I highly doubt that

Feeling like Kelly cuz I got another one

Bitch, I'm finna pull up with another gun

If she don't reply then I fuck another one

Bitch, I don't box so this chopper gon' fuck him up

I be like, where do you see me?

I put a hole in his body like we in the city

Run up on us and get hit with his K

Chopper gon' bust when this shit gets to spray

I got your hoe on the knee so she was praying

Think shit funny, we ruined your day

Bitch, I'ma t-tie you, I ain't talking wristwatch

Bitch, I'm scoring, out in Houston

Like I'm Chris Bosh

Yo hoe be eating me up like an edible

Fuck on that back and that hoe kinda flexible

That hoe exotic and how national

Counting my cash and my money be edible

Dogging her out, bitch, I feel like an animal

She eat me out like a motherfucking danimal

Your hoe on dick and she calling me radical

(Can't tell me nada!)

Radical, like Odd Future back in the day

(Can't tell me nada!)

You know's going

(What the fuck is your problem?)

Chill with the drama, queen

If I said it, I muh-fucking mean it

And if I did it, I muh-fucking meant it

Killing the game, I'm immune to a sentence

I'm God-like, pray to me for repentance

It's too much money to be made out here

You broke as joke, no, I don't get it

Thinking of dead prezis, but I ain't queer

Hell no, I don't have a fetish