half evil ft. reefuh Lyrics

Born in 02 but I'm still 1 of 1

Triple 3 on my back, Half-Evil

That boy not getting no money

He pulling them stunts for the clout like he Evel Knievel

Been in my bag and I'm chasing the racks

All these drugs in my system, I feel like I'm Steve-O

I got a glock with suppressors attached

If he wanna get shot like a technical freethrow

I don't do tricks but this shit get tricky

Got a white hoe and her middle name Vicky

Bitches they top me like I'm Rikki-Tikki

Shawty from Houston I'm not talking Whitney

Pour a four in my cup I'm sippin'

Told her I love her but really I'm kidding

That bitch she bad but why is she trippin'

Focused on money, that's my only mission

Walk in with Nero, I get dinero

We get bread like a bitch, no Panera

T-T-Graa, aim at his head with an arrow, Aang

Feel like young Sosa hit your hoe with a bang

Three-peat no debris while I'm smoking on dank

The opps want war they get shot 3D

Pull up three deep, in a motherfucking tank

Run up, get done up, get turned to a donut

This glock in my pants kinda look like a boner

I need me a strong ass hoe like Matrona

I'm in the cut sipping Henny Patrona

Walk in with Nero we really don't know you

My glock is a hoe 'cause the bitch finna blow you

I got two chops on me like Dota

You want a P then hit my Motorola

I keep a Drake in the back of my pocket no controlla

Fuck on yo bitch in the top of the telly

She do all my drugs, she do all my yola

Doing my jelly

Shot through yo belly

I got a Mac-10 feel like Makaveli

She gonna eat up the meat like a deli

I'm up as a bitch like we ready

Walk in the spot wearing Maison Margiela

Keep it on lock bitch I'm toting Berettas

Posted with Reefuh and we count up the cheddar

I'm with your hoe and she push my agenda

I keep a 9 like it's fucking September

You going down like like like timber

22 is tucked in my fucking suspender

I'm spitting heat in motherfucking December

Born in 02 but I'm still 1 of 1

Triple 3 on my back, Half-Evil

That boy not getting no money

He pulling them stunts for the clout like he Evel Knievel

Been in my bag and I'm chasing the racks

All these drugs in my system, I feel like I'm Steve-O

I got a glock with suppressors attached

If he wanna get shot like a technical freethrow

I don't do tricks but this shit get tricky

Got a white hoe and her middle name Vicky

Bitches they top me like I'm Rikki-Tikki

Shawty from Houston I'm not talking Whitney

Pour a four in my cup I'm sippin'

Told her I love her but really I'm kidding

That bitch she bad but why is she trippin'

Focused on money, that's my only mission