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 fucking up commas
I'm shopping online off a cd
Left out the court in some ggs
I beat the case in Margiela's
Fuck 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

[?] forreal - y
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
Fuck 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, fuckin 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 fuck 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 pussy and sold it in Vegas
I punched me a flight, sippin red in the Caymans
Can't post who I'm fuckin, 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 motherfuckin 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 pussy and sold it in Vegas
I punched me a flight, sippin red in the Caymans
Can't post who I'm fuckin, 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 motherfuckin notary
Watch who you approach nigga, I keep it close to me
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