evil curse

Fuck, fuck, fuck Got me some green but I ain't go to the doctor Chop shit down like the blick helicopter They ain't expect to see lil' Lazer, this a popup Tried to rush and fuck the ho, the bitch got knocked up Everybody blicked in this bitch, this a hot truck I hit for solo, twin did hit, I got luck Duck out the stolo, gotta let the garage up Everybody chillin', why the fuck you act hard for? I smoke 'fore I eat, I gotta starve first Addicted to Za', I think I'm on a curse Nigga want open, pay for the verse Fuck nigga croakin', I'm chargin' for my words Everybody blicked, shit start a fuckin' purge Blick in my hand, what I'ma do wit' it in her purse? Three shot shooter, I walk down wit' a burst Everybody wanna be crazy, a evil curse I'm sick slick, I slick need a nurse You ain't smell shit, you can't even search Boy, you look like you goin' to bed, big shirt Coppas get behind me, I'll show ya' footwork I got the lo to the trap, I know how to get percs Think I'm lackin' in this bitch, get murked I come from the trenches, I come from the dirt They lock me in the store again I'ma take out the clerk Mini Draco tucked up under my shirt Bitch, you ain't that, you a plate, you dessert Wish I had munyun to spread on my fuckin' arm Thought the shit was through I'll slap you cross the head wit' a hit Dead ass show, I'll get this bitch lit Zaza crush me but I ain't put it out yet Everybody hit my DM like he drop hot shit I'm still in a stolo, I'm still in some hot shit You might not fuck wit' it, you not hip I need a new extended, a Glock clip He think he gang 'cause he got dip Fake ass weed, I shouldn't have shopped here He better run the stop sign, don't stop here I look like a shadow, I got on that black shit Real trench boy, you might not never see me in Saks Fifth Come to the hood nigga, come to the bat cave Downtown junkie tried to pull on my door When I touch munyun, I put on my folks Fuck boy don't pull on my jacket, let me go I stock up the freezer and sweep up the Sunoco The finest hoes be the ones wit' no brain Any amount of money they give me, I won't change You addicted to my music like crack, like cocaine Everybody wasn't born to be that, that's no shame Fine shit goin' way back before fame Start this bitch up wit' a button Ain't no waitin' on a lick, I be rushin' Boy you ain't talkin' 'bout shit, boy you ain't nothin' Oh, oh, now I'm trippin', oh now I'm buggin' Shit get stunnin' when the damn fye done dumped out Fifty cash, comin' in, comin' in Fuck, fuck, fuck