EVIL GRIN

Huh! (Ha-ha-ha-ha, uh) Uh, uh, yeah, ha Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh Uh-huh All these bitches, man, we love this, man (bitch-ass) It's reality over here (uh), leave the fake shit over there Cap to the back of his head, it's a yarmulke, Curry to kill a maniacal man The prodigal son, a reliable friend, either one of them will slide in a van Van Damme in a Trans Am, hoppin' out (pew, pew) (goddamn!) My way to do it is quick and efficient with no room to panic, I'm locked in Underestimate me greatly, frankly, I don't give a fuck Got another trench coat, let me hit my nigga Peggy up Like hit him like, "Brrt" (uh, what up? Hahaha) He laughin' hysterical from the underground, it's Indian burial Rather leave a nigga nowhere like Merial If it's over your head, then it's aerial, have you sleeping with the mermaids No first aids, let the birds go in your bird cage White dove go for any motherfucker tryna smack me with a white glove There isn't a battle to win, records spin, I flash the evil grin Make sure data is marked as classified A continuous watch that makes your blood as fresh as possible The closer it is for closeups Because you never know when you're going to be up close (hysterical) Bitch, it's Peggy Chapo, tell a bitch bring that guapo, pronto (huh) I ain't just whippin' up shit to shock you, this shit here is gospel (uh) I ain't even got no fans, I'm drinkin' Kool-Aid with my Apostles (huh) I can't even pop no Xans, I'm always down, just what I been up to (uh) Wakin' up early to ball, feedin' my dogs, answer the call Me and Zel-Tron get it poppin', these rappers just pop at the mouth and don't do shit at all (huh) Uh, ho is defied, now I'm banded, hop off the porch, let's box with God, uh You feel that trip in your speakers, huh? I never rap, I'm a preacher Niggas be ridin' on dick, no, you cannot kick it, my nigga, this isn't the league of fragile ho Throwin' that rock, don't hold your hand, you sellin' outfielders, bitch Give me that stash, I'm out, we crashin' out like Baby Kia, bitch It's just the dog in me, I'm thinkin' 'bout starting a beef with PETA, bitch I'm Peggy Cena, you can't see me, I'm too player with this shit I got haters on my dick, golden brown when I piss (shit) I heard so much bullshit, I think I got tinnitus Y'all can't be serious with this shit, these niggas periods be on script I don't wanna fuck that ho, that ho right here inferior to my bitch You ain't gotta like it, but put some respect on my name like Birdman in this bitch (uh) Uh, uh, yeah, ha Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh Make sure data is marked as classified A continuous watch that makes your blood as fresh as possible The closer it is for closeups Because you never know when you're going to be up close (going to be up close)