Evil Weef

(album: 4 Month Binge Before Revenge - 2022)

(This is the end)
Where's Wifi?
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Aye wait hold up its lil Zay from out the bridge
I been sitting, rotting on my pit like how you found me dead
Had to activate my mental when I'm gliding, flying off the pill
I'm off of 30s, blew threw 200, niggas out here foot fronting
Switches on them .30s with the shots we in the pool hunting
All you boys just woofing with that talk like bitch just shoot something
And this shit gon' kick back like Lui Kang we taking souls and number
I feel like Max Payne, I'm off that perc just 'fore they get the thunder
Jump right off the porch, I need some bread this basic shit ain't
What's your life like it beats me
Bitches they deceive me
Nigga did me greasy
Try to leave me dead off of the count like where the piece be?
They just mad I dug out from my grave but I'm a freak, see
Bad lil bitch, she buss it like she miss it, she a freak-ly
Legs get like Aaliyah I'm gon' eat it, she gon' need me
Mixing up all that Wock' inside the Tris but I ain't sleepy
I just poured a 4 inside the 2 and do it neatly
If I pop this X I'm fucking every hoe that greet me
Younger me would flex but now I'm wondering where the breach be
Sign your favorite rapper with a lil deal, like come and peep me
I can't beef with opps if I can find 'em for a cheap fee
Watch me put them on, start that bitch, it from the cheap seeks
I just count these hunnids in my global I ain't chief keef
Step right in Dior, see on my feet these ain't no cheap sneaks
Hit that thot right from the front she said let's talk my knees weak
What like, hol like, move sumthin, do sumthin
Smokin za I copped like 2 onions
We said drank right out the pint, you want a deuce fronting
We jus get it how we let this shit ain't cool or nothing
I put tech inside my lemon now my mood is bloody
And I ran out with da work up bro we moving funny
And I'm creeping from the 2 just like my soul is hunting
All them fuck boys they be hating, drugs we really on it
I'ma do a blue M-30 then I beam a hunnid
Tapped 'em on the shoulder we should leave out the way
You gon' be my lil wide receiver today
I'ma diss the dope out to ya knees see ya may
From the way she top me I'm deceased out the brain
Moving in that bih
I'm make the room shake with dis clit
Holding round drum in that zip
I'm feeling like red running in this bitch
A hoe wanna tuck swallowing my jits
I got a lean cautious I sip
Smoking on za 3-5 out the rip
Got p's like KD in this bitch
And I really had to tell ya how ya hate me? I'm just asking
I know that I'm toxic my reality been absent
Sadly we jus living in my world and you ain't patched in
Cuttings on my soul but here ya go deserve ya patch in's
I'ma heart eater, real reaper, do it classic
She a suck ya bitch, you take my energy then pass it
Demons they awake and then it's ashes to ashes
Really living dead like how the fuck ya put it past me