EVIL J0RDAN lyrics

[Intro]
Pull up on one of my n*ggas and give 'em a bag and step on your bro
I used to mix up the midi with some of the gas and— (Please say DaBaby)

[Chorus]
Pull up on one of my n*ggas and give 'em a bag and step on your bro
I used to mix up the midi with some of the gas and step on the dope
She wasn't a gangster, she really ain't doin' my swag, I let the b*tch go
I'ma get dressed at the register (That's my baby), I like to pop off the tags right here in the store

[Post-Chorus]
I didn't even know it was pressure, I thought that everything was cool, I didn't even know
I didn't even want no protection, I saw him, he had a tool, he didn't even blow
n*ggas ain't moving like they wan' get money
These n*ggas gonna get up and go (That's—, that's—)
Ain't sellin' sh*t that you sit at the store
Catch you outside, I'ma hit on his hoe (Please say DaBaby)

[Chorus]
Pull up on one of my n*ggas and give 'em a bag and step on your bro
I used to mix up the midi with some of the gas and step on the dope
She wasn't a gangster, she really ain't doin' my swag, I let the b*tch go
I'ma get dressed at the register, I like to pop off the tags right here in the store (That's—, that's—)

[Post-Chorus]
I didn't even know it was pressure, I thought that everything was cool, I didn't even know
I didn't even want no protection, I saw him, he had a tool, he didn't even blow
n*ggas ain't moving like they wan' get money
These n*ggas gonna get up and go
Ain't sellin' sh*t that you sit at the store
Catch you outside, I'ma hit on his hoe
[Verse]
Get out of line, I'ma hit at ya' (Bah)
Get right behind ya', and get active
She keep it P, we see eachother in public, act blind like it didn't happen (Yeah)
She wanna take me with her in her purse
Keep me with her, she wan' kidnap me (Uh)
I keep a can up under my shirt
Baby like Amazon, I got that work
Come pull up on me, I'm droppin' it off
Know what I want, she [?]
[?], p*ssin' off
She do what she want, 'cause the b*tch is a boss (That's—, that's—)
These n*ggas gon' follow the motherf*ckin' leader and do what they see 'cause these n*ggas is lost (Baby)
Baby gon' walk down on [?] rap n*ggas [?] sh*t talk, get this sh*t off (Yeah)

[Chorus]
I pull up on one of my n*ggas and give 'em a bag and step on your bro
I used to mix up the midi with some of the gas and step on the dope
She wasn't a gangster, she really ain't doin' my swag, I let the b*tch go
I'ma get dressed at the register, I like to pop off the tags right here in the store

[Outro]
Get out of line I'ma hit at ya' (That—, that's my Baby)
Yeah, b*tch, best motherf*ckin' rapper n*gga (That—, that's my Baby)
She like my boy Playboi (That—, that's my Baby)
Carti (That—, that—, that's my Baby)
Yeah, I'm gone