evil way$ ft. Tre Money Lyrics

Gang

You already know how the fuck I'm comin' man

(Damn Scream, what's happening?)

You already know how the fuck I'm rockin' nigga

Real gang shit only nigga, you already know how the fuck we bummin'

I heard them niggas dont be in the trenches, where them killers at?

In my hood, we turn niggas to victims and let triggers tap

They say I just start smokin' shit, aye, lil' boy I been a threat

I only show emotions to my money, I think my feelings trapped

I told lil' bro to stand over that nigga, make sure you finish that

First Class be the gang, yeah lil' bitch, you know I invented that

Heard a opp was talkin' shit, get a bitch to get him tapped

You think I'm worried 'bout a diss lil' nigga? You know that shit was whack

I ain't gon' say it if it's cap, but we killed him that shit a fact

I always keep my pole on me, lil' nigga, I don't never lack

Ran out of Wock', I need a drink, fuck it man just pass the Act'

How you tough? We killed yo' brother and all you did was fuckin' rap

Spin they block, kill all the opps

Let 'em know ain't no gettin' back

Watch the clock, hoes gon' flock

Fuck 'em while we in the trap

I'm sellin' rocks, they in my socks

We take niggas right off the map

Still got a glock, I never stopped

It'll leave yo' head in yo' lap

I keep a chop, it's like a mop

Fuckin' bops, I'm at the top

These guns ain't props, they make you hop

We can't swap, so don't get popped

Just stop rappin' 'cause yo' ass gon' flop

And plus you snitchin', yo' ass a cop

I was really sellin' drugs, havin' motion and all them niggas shopped

Kill him, watch his body rot

You talk that shit, end up on fox

Guns down, yeah, we can box

I was broke, I was pickin' locks

Yeah, I was poor, I wasn't livin' right, but now I made it and them niggas' shocked

We comin' through yo' hood, spinnin' shit, like tornadoes, I feel like brock

I was really cookin' bricks with the gang, I was whippin' pots

We seen him in the store buyin' chips, we left him in the lot

I'm the coldest in the industry, I really got the game on lock

Nobody inside the trap house, want to come in, you gotta know the knock

Know the knock, backdoor stay locked

Chop with switch gon' hit yo' top

Don't run, don't trip, we gon' stand up top

These niggas hoes and don't got no guap

Don't got no guap, we got a lot

We stay with glocks, we get you shot

You run up wrong, yo' ass get popped

Got 45 bullets inside this chop

Ridin' with this drac', don't know why I'm down to catch a case

Nigga talkin' down up on the gang and we gon' tap his brain

You niggas strange, you do not got no change

But you up in my pocket, get out my wallet

For lil' bro, had to up the rocket and go pop it

Brodie step back with the clip, he James Harden

Zombie stank, bitch think that I'm fartin'

Ridin' in a tank, this bitch big body

Don't hold my dick, told the bitch get up off me

[?], it is what it is

I pull up with the cig' and wait outside the lil' nigga crib

45 bullets comin' out the clip

I said that already, I'll say it again

You niggas hoes and ain't on nothing, I'll say that shit again

On my brother

Slide with a switch, yo' ass better get cover

You niggas is hoes and yo ass ain't on nothing

These niggas is pussy, lowkey undercover

I don't fuck with that bitch, only do it under covers

Under covers

Y'all niggas is hoes, y'all ain't get what I said on that last line

Nigga you a bitch

Slide with a stick, tryna' hit at his shit

I'm lowkey off beat, I don't give a shit

The song finna' end, nigga, get off my dick