evergreen Lyrics by bleood
(They say keep working with yrsci)
Ooh (Holy ***)
When I whip out of that car, I think ’bout, you (Holy ***; Holy ***)
Baby, I’m tryna see, hold that body, ride, then I, ooh
M-m-my diamonds wet as ***, they call me Giyu
Big-ass jeans, dummy said they was too much, *** go “Boom”
Yeah-yeah, you *** up talking on [?], like *** up
Me and yrsci got Promethazine, we gettin’ *** up
We in the Impala, but I’m making this *** move like a Lambtruck
Me and my grandpa pop *** niggas, grown men still be some rockas
And you not really ’bout what you say on the internet, shut the *** up
When I walk up in the bank, I be like, ooh, yeah
No Kodak, know snipers a gang, that’s why they shoot ya
She don’t like my sticks no more, she not gone do none
I’ma-I’ma throw on that Chrome Hearts, she said I’m so cool, uh
I wanna be your friend, and flex up with you, yeah
I wanna be your friend, and flex up with you, yeah (Buh-buh)
I wanna be your friend, I want me and you
I wanna be your friend, I want to be your booter
I wanna be your friend, I wanna be with you, yeah (Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh)
I wanna be your friend, all it takes is two love
I wanna be your friend (I wanna be— I wanna be—)
I wanna be your friend, point my stick in his boot (Yeah)
When I whip out of that car, I think ’bout you
Baby, I’m tryna see, hold that body, ride, then I, ooh
M-m-my diamonds wet as ***, they call me Giyu
Big-ass jeans, dummy said they was too much, *** go “Boom”
Yeah-yeah, you *** up talking on [?], like *** up
Me and yrsci got Promethazine, we gettin’ *** up
We in the Impala, but I’m making this *** move like a Lambtruck
Me and my grandpa pop *** niggas, grown men still be some rockas
That’s what happened
What do you mean? Why did I do everything?
That’s why I did everything
I went out with a bang
I went out with a bang
I went out with a funny bang on both like—
[Intro: bleood, [?] & exposingbleood]
(Holy ***)
(yrsci, you don’t even *** with me)
Bang (Whae)
(You don’t even *** with some of the *** I *** want; holy ***)
Bang
(It *** matters)
(I went out with a bang, I went out with a funny bang on both—)
That ruger, that ruger
I’m tryna shoot some
Co-come way too tough
This ho went crazy
She know I got money and tote guns
Baby, let’s do some
No, ain’t ’bout boostin’
Drop the top, it’s too fast
I got too much money on me, huh, a lot
Only one thing I want is the drop top, two-car, huh
You *** with the big black truck?
This *** tryna check on my follows
This *** yo’ mans? Aiming for top
Pointing up my collar, money and more
Pow-pow-pow at the [?], I might let ’em
I pass Lucci a lil’ ten ball
I’m in the cut sippin’ that spaghetti
Pop with the percs like [?]
All of that Chrome, yeah, I can’t see
She eat ***, not vegetarian
And I spilt the cup, yrsci regret it
Look her in the eye when she won’t get it
When I pop the Tris, I feel like a medic
You had your momma ***, won’t forget ya
I got the chop’, I walk with it
I stay with the johnny, yo’ ass getting blitzed
Pierce those crystals, walk with a limp
Pierce those crystals, walk with a limp
I got the chop’, I walk with it
I stay with the johnny, yo’ ass getting blitzed
Crystals, crystals, walk with them
Crystals, crystals, walk with them
Finger itching, walkin’ chump
Finger itching, walkin’ chump
Coco puff, I’m crushin’ her
Do-do a AV, I pop like six
You sip green ***, know you stink
I mix Tose with that Tris
That ruger, that ruger
I’m tryna shoot some
Co-come way too tough
This ho went crazy
She know I got money and tote guns
Baby, let’s do some
No, ain’t ’bout boostin’
Drop the top, it’s too fast
That— got this Chrome Hearts fit
That— back tappin’ these bih
I’m tryna— see what you’re working with
Co-come let’s— come to my car, see you wet
Let’s come, yeah you was meant for this
She know there’s like seven bands on the fit
Baby, let’s do some
No, ain’t ’bout boostin’
Drop the top, it’s too fast
Money blue like Jubie, yah
And I’m with my twin, yeah
This Scatpack boomin’ ya
Neat tricks, I’m doing it all
Think I’m in love with shootin’, yah