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trdee - evil eye lyrics

[intro]
(f_ck the fire, we got grease)

[verse]
i can blow it, i ain’t ballin’ on a budget (i can blow it)
in the ‘burb, neighbors tired of all the ruckus (skrrt)
dee generation next, i told her suck it (ooh, it’s bluestrip, baby)
i like to keep my life personal and not public
’cause i know my haters watchin’ with an evil eye
gettin’ beat by your b_tch ’cause she caught you in a lie
why you actin’ like a ten when we know that p_ssy dry? (we know)
never lost a parlay by a leg, sh_t’d make you cry (f_ck)
sh_t might get sticky, got my stick at all times (i got it)
quick draw that bl!cky, drop him like a clothesline (frrt)
in your city, need that firе when i touch down (i need it)
bad b_tch, she gettin’ frеaky, ’bout to bust down (bust down)
in a whole different lane, n_ggas can’t compete (they can’t)
first thing before i leave, gotta grab my heat (i got it)
first thing in the morning, why you d_ck suckin’? (why you d_ck suckin’?)
finna drop a 41 and have my wrist jumpin’
finna give them boys the drop and have the block hot
you a k!ller but be dancin’ all on tiktok (you a k!ller?)
i think if i was weak, i would’ve been flopped
came a long way, clothes used to come from thrift shops
i ain’t gotta cap, now my closet got designer (designer)
totin’ seventeen, glocky f_ckin’ with a minor (a minor?)
i’m the human torch, i be always droppin’ fire
gotta check your cap, i ain’t f_ckin’ with a liar (cap)
f_ckin’ with the opposition get you f_cked up, bro
have you ever seen a hundred thousand? i ain’t think so
can’t be a “has been”, i ain’t tim tebow
if you ever come across the play, then let me know
you come across the play, put the gang on (put the gang)
i’d throw it up to bro, get you banged on (get you banged on)
i’m still recognized with no chains on
left ’em at the crib, but i still got my frames on (just the buffies)
can’t shoot your shot, no_fly zone (can’t)
in your b_tch crib, no socks on (no socks)
how you get out early? who you tell on?
don’t be tryna reconnect with me, this a dead zone (don’t do that)
pockets stuffed with some dead presidents
no, i do not want none of that p_ssy, she be sellin’ it (she be sellin’ it)
why would i beef with you and you ain’t relevant?
bro just hit a l!ck, he pulled up like he won a settlement (a settlement)
glock sleepin’ with me, this my thunder buddy
workin’ like i’m broke but i’m not, my pockets look like lucki (they fat)
ain’t let the money make me, but i made the money
they say bein’ broke a joke, but why that sh_t was never funny?
throw me in the jungle, jared goff, i’m a lion
smokin’ iron man, drop his pack, got me flyin’
on a different planet, come and find me, king kop
you the type to put it on your mom and still lie
my car ballin’ too, it’s in sport mode (it’s in sport mode)
how you thirty with no money? where your bankroll? (where your bankroll?)
watch when she do you wrong, you gon’ hate hoes
dog in here rockin’ fake buffs, where they make those? (fake buffs?)

- trdee

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