Evil Thoughts Lyrics

Long Live Lo, we finna get it started quick

Fuck with me, I'ma dress you up and put you in a casket

I just copped a lot of chops that came in a basket

Fuckin' on a bad older bitch named Angela Bassett

I'm finna go cop a play and hop in some fast shit

I might just crash it, I did that with my last whip

Cheated on my old bitch with my new bitch, left her in past tense

How the fuck you catchin plays and you ain't never got a bag in

I can never fuck with y'all niggas yall be faggots

I can never fuck one of y'all little bitches, y'all be rattin

Catch him in the field, hit him with a stick like it's Madden

Tryna run up a bag so the fam can live lavish

Bitch, I been ballin' all summer, check the stats, bitch

Brodie, I just copped an ARP and it came with a switch

Brodie just copped a P90 and it shoot like a glitch

They can lock my mama and my daddy up, I'll never snitch

Niggas always throwin' fits out here, they actin' like a bitch

Nigga been postin' for a week, we finna take his shit

If his jewels really icy, we gon' take his wrist

And my niggas really crazy, we'll take yo' blick

You got a nice-ass trophy, we finna take yo' bitch

Soon as I walk in the club, all the bitches stare

Fat yellow nigga in red look like Pooh Bear

Bitch, I'm still comin' to the party, I don't care who there

I been standin' on business, lil' nigga, who's scared

Nigga, you lucky it was up to KB, I would've took yo' life

If I leave it up to Ray, he might take yo' pipe

Yeah, I know some GDs in the hood, they'll take yo' stripes

I know some bloods in Beecher that only strike at night

All that 5 shit you did, finna come to the light

How the fuck you do that shit out of animosity and spite

Nigga, I used to call you my brother, but that shit wasn't right

You really switch up over a joke? Man, we ain't finna fight

Why you always hangin' around some niggas with some motion

Always actin' like a groupie, man, that shit, it be bogus

I'd rather fuck with a bitch, y'all niggas be the brokest

7.62 hit his chest, they'll rip you open

You niggas ain't got no future in the streets, y'all be hopeless

I don't need no drugs when I slide, I'm fully focused

The opps know we slid, we fishbowl in a focus

I just hit the road, I'm finna hit Chicago where the folks is

I just fucked a bad bitch, she like 4-6

My bitch said, what you want for Christmas? I said, more sticks

I just laced the Za with some fent, that's what the joke is

I finna stack up a bunch of hunnids on some loc shit

Bitch, I'm screamin' GBA, I get bands a lot

I don't know about the 616 or Bandamont

Nigga, you ain't get no pape, you get a band of month

Johnny Bands taught niggas bout the road and we ran it up

Caught a opp in my hood, nigga, got fanned up

All you niggas act like bitches need to man up

My dog took five shots, still standin', he zanned up

Nigga, how you dissin' on the dead and you can't stand up