Lyrics

(Evil empire, laughing all the way to the bank!) (Ahahahahah) (I told the hoe to pick a letter from the alphabet A to Z) (The hoe chose a G, you understand me?) Told her pick a letter A to Z (to z) And she chose a G Fanta and a pint of wock (wock) That's all lil 8 need (yeah I need) Everything I did for them but they chose to go against me Bitch I'm feeling like Uncle Rucks (T-t-t-this can't be) Rolling Doja Cat, this that demon pack Bitch they call me 8 ball Cus I'm always in my sack Always in my bag(uh) Gat know i'm gripping that XD P-put him on TV but this ain't Disney Last nigga dissed me Pulled up left him pissy Pour me up a double cup RIP to Pimp C N-niggas want a trial to be gang But they ain't make the cut I-i was snatching chain with cornrows Bitch I call it cuts Vampire with the bands up out the account I get the bands and then I'm out If I said it then imma go stand and that And show em what lil AP about I'm tryna catch me a opp but they stay in the house But this shit just like the cat and the mouse They are not comin(?) Everyday I be on point (that's right) Just like the head on Phineas (damn) Let them believe what they want (want) I cannot argue with idiots (bitch) Catch em in real life bitch I up my 40 and don't say a word You woulda thought that lil boy a mute (shhhhhhh) That Glock40 got that boy sounding like ferb Choppa choppa Knocking knock knock knocking Like jehovah witness If you if if if you not getting payed Then why you in they business? All that hating shit y'all doing that's a bad habit (bad habit) Y'all be quick to speak on shit that's out your tax bracket Saved her contact under " ICLOUD" way she back it up (yeah, yeah) This bitch bad as fuck I can't lie This hoe type tough (damn, damn) She like money money money I got plenty of it Said she want to touch it for a playa she gon buss it Told her pick a letter A to Z (to z) And she chose a G Fanta and a pint of wock (wock) That's all lil 8 need (yeah I need) Everything I did for them but they chose to go against me Bitch I'm feeling like Uncle Rucks (T-t-t-this can't be) Rolling Doja Cat, this that demon pack Bitch they call me 8 ball Cus I'm always in my sack Always in my bag(uh) Gat know im gripping that XD P-put him on TV but this ain't Disney Told her pick a letter A to Z (to z) And she chose a G Fanta and a pint of wock (wock) That's all lil 8 need (yeah i need) Everything I did for them but they chose to go against me Bitch I'm feeling like Uncle Rucks (T-t-t-this can't be)
Writer(s): Cameron Dillard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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