​evil twin lyrics

by

ian



[Intro]
([?] the coldest motherf*cker, on God)
sh*t, a'ight
Yeah, this switch make the—, pfft
sh*t, damn

[Verse 1: ian]
This switch up on that Glock, I click that sh*t, just like it's nervous
You f*cked up what I gave you, want that back?, you gotta earn it
I just hit B.O.A., and took out ten without a purpose
Just supercharged this foreign, sh*t might be my favorite [?], It's fast

[Verse 2: punkwokstar]
Yeah, pour a deuce in my cream soda, then I [?] mud
If a n*gga talkin' down our gang, we light him up (Yeah)
Choppa must've hit his b*tch, gave her a tummy tuck (Yeah, like what the f*ck)

[Verse 3: ian]
Yo' bro just took a hit, he scared as hell, he think he dyin'
Lil' boy come get yo' b*tch, she on my di*k, I just arrived (She tryna f*ck)
These jeans not even skinny, stuffed the racks, can't fit my thighs (A lot of hunnid's)
Just spent a pretty penny on yo' mans, so say goodbye (sh*t cost a lot)

[Verse 4: punkwokstar]
Yeah, come and get yo' mans, he cappin' off the percs, yeah he keep itchin' his hands
Shoot a n*gga feet, make a n*gga dance cha-cha (Cha-cha)
Might even give this b*tch a chance, yeah, ha-ha (Ha-ha)
[Verse 5: ian]
I don't really like to talk, I let that semi do it for me
Boy you really broke as hell, and worry 'bout me, it's kind of funny (Like what the f*ck)
I really don't take no L's, I just sit back, and count my money (Just countin' up)
This big ass Russian mink, it hold a 'hunnid, it cost like twenty (God damn)

[Verse 6: punkwokstar]
Yeah, yo' b*tch on OnlyFans
I'm countin' silly bands
I came with evil plans, ha-ha (Ha)
Watch me do my money dance
Yo' b*tch ain't make no money that's why you her only fan

[Verse 7: ian]
I done made too many f*ckin' benji's, don't know how to act (What the f*ck?)
My outfit cost like mother f*ckin' fifty, I don't mean to brag (That sh*t expensive)
Boy how you broke as hell, and in yo fifty's?, need to get a bag (Hell yeah)
I just saw my name up in your mentions that sh*t made me mad (Ah) hell

[Verse 8: punkwokstar]
Yeah, that sh*ts' pretty bad
Saw yo' b*tch on Instagram, that sh*t's pretty sad (Damn)
This n*gga fumbled bag
Pulled up with my blower
Then he doubled back
[Verse 9: ian]
Uh, bro just grabbed the switch, and brought it back, with nothin' in it
Uh, I just hit yo' b*tch, and broke her back, I'm done with her (Done with her)
No need to use my legs, I'll let that drum kick 'em (Bah)
Just left this b*tch on read, she sent me a drunk message (Bah)

[Outro: punkwokstar]
([?] the coldest motherf*cker, on God)
Oh my God
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