letra de half evil - aftrr!
[chorus: aftrr!]
born in ’02 but i’m still one of one, triple three on my back, half evil
that boy not gettin’ 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 free-throw
i don’t do tricks but this sh-t get tricky
got a white hoe and her middle name vicky
b-tches 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 b-tch shе bad, but why is she trippin’?
focused on money, that’s my only mission
[verse: reefuh & aftrr!]
walk in with nеro, i get dinero
we get bread like a b-tch, no panera
t-t-gra, aim at his head with an arrow, aang
feel like young sosa, hit ya 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 motherf-ckin’ tank
run up, get done up, get turnt to a donut
this glock in my pants kinda look like a b-n-r
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 ya
my glock is a hoe ’cause the b-tch 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
f-ck on your b-tch in the top of the telly, she do all my drugs, she do all my yola
doing my jelly, shot through your belly
i got a mac-10, feel like makaveli
she gonna eat up the meat like a deli
i’m up as a b-tch like we ready
walk in the spot wearing maison margiela
keep it on lock, b-tch, 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 f-cking september
you going down like—, like—, like timber
.22 is tucked in my f-cking suspender
i’m spitting heat in motherf-ckin’ december
[chorus: aftrr!]
born in ’02 but i’m still one of one, triple three on my back, half evil
that boy not gettin’ 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 free-throw
i don’t do tricks but this sh-t get tricky
got a white hoe and her middle name vicky
b-tches 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 b-tch she bad, but why is she trippin’?
focused on money, that’s my only mission
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