Retch Back On That Evil Lyrics

Can't put my faith in no thottie
I put that drip on my body
I used to trap out the lobby
Smoking on [?]
In foreigns, I'm smoking exotic
I lay back and count up the profit
In Neimans, I'm f*cking up commas
I'm shopping online off a cd
Left out the court in some ggs
I beat the case in Margiela's
f*ck niggas broke and they jealous
These niggas be hoes and they tellin
Can't let them find out your business
Cause niggas be chattin like bitches
Can't really [?] to no witness

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Pointed me out from the stand
It played out just like a movie
I stood in front of the jury
Verdict: not guilty
Ain't bout no money, then I feel offendi
I get the drank and po' up on an empty
I'm rocking Louis Vuitton with [Mackenzie?]
I got designer all over my body
Re-up from [?] and style [?]
I just might jack up the price on a peon
I just might swipe up a piece til it be gone
This is some shit that I really can't speak on
My killers lay in the bush like a recon
Two hundred thou in the trunk [?]
Looked at my nigga and told him that we on
f*ck it we sharin, that's the shit that we be on
Down in the a man, they love me like [Deon?]
I'm in the trap nigga, f*ckin a [?]
She popped a perc and said that it tingled
Said that I quit but I'm back on that evil
Can't let no f*ck niggas [?]

Said that I quit but I'm back on that evil
I ran up the bread and do right by my people
I used to [?] with the needle
They run out of money like "Nephew, I need you"
No trusting these bitches, these bitches they traitors
She went to that p*ssy and sold it in Vegas
I punched me a flight, sippin red in the Caymans
Can't post who I'm f*ckin, the little bitch, she famous

We used to hang out the trap in the vacant
And that was my dog til he wrote [?] them statements
And most of my losses were people that's close to me Stand on my own nigga, ain't noone holding me
Small charges, [Few Nigga?] that's how it's supposed to be
I got some bat shit on ice nigga, overseas
Scared in the street like a motherf*ckin notary
Watch who you approach nigga, I keep it close to me

Can't give my all to these little bitty bitches
I laugh when I see they stress over my messages

[Gymnastics?] word to the past
I felt it, walking in tension to whippin them Benz's
I ball in the pain, I can't sit on no benches
You owe me some paper, I need mine with interest
Free all the brodies, the judge trynna lynch em
The [?] my hand, I have nothing against em
My gun, keep it with me cause niggas against me
Can't slide on no bitch if I ain't got a glizzy
Not lookin for love, all these bitches they iffy
I really was trappin, I flooded the city
I went for the smack with a quart in a Bentley
I call up the driver [?] the Chevy
I wake up in foreign, play ball in Givenchy
Don't ever compare me, that really offend me

Said that I quit but I'm back on that evil
I ran up the bread and do right by my people
I used to [?] with the needle
They run out of money like "Nephew, I need you"
No trusting these bitches, these bitches they traitors
She went to that p*ssy and sold it in Vegas
I punched me a flight, sippin red in the Caymans
Can't post who I'm f*ckin, the little bitch, she famous

We used to hang out the trap in the vacant
And that was my dog til he wrote [?] them statements
And most of my losses were people that's close to me
Stand on my own nigga, ain't noone holding me
Small charges, [Few Nigga?] that's how it's supposed to be
I got some bat shit on ice nigga, overseas
Scared in the street like a motherf*ckin notary
Watch who you approach nigga, I keep it close to me
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