Calling All Cars - Evil Deeds

Choppa with a mean extended clips I'm on the scene
Yuh yuh
Choppa with a beam extended clips I'm on the scene
I've been smoking green, baby I'm a sex fiend
Life just gave me lemons so I I mix it with some lean
I believe the Bible but I still do evil deeds

Blowing up on me, the worst thing you've ever done
You fucked up dog, I would turn around and run
This is gonna suck for you but ima have a lot of fun
One thing you should know is I'm the mother fucking one

Silver chains all on my Body I don't like that yellow piss
I don't check the time but got the shiny diamonds on my wrist
Butter staying relevant, you pussy boys hide in the mist
What I got is heart and soul, and what you needs a genie wish

Your blood'll be on the wall like murder spelled backwards
I'll lay you out on the floor like a fucking fat turd
For the next six months you'll be laying right there
I'll skin you for a coat like an animal with no fur

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't play games here
I don't check the time on my watch it's a souvenir
I ain't Rudolph but I can make it rain dear
All the diamonds on my neck wet make it rain here
I can get too high
I can get too low
I can fuck your bitch from the back make her get too low
I can make an album with beags go two-zero
I can make a song about my write subzero

I think I need a moment to collect my thoughts
I fucking lost my mind man I wish I fought
Now I got body's hanging like a string of snot
From my basement ceiling, laughing while I tear those things apart

On some dope shit
Why you taking shit
All my diamonds fit
Fitting on my wrist
She a bad bitch
She say she want my dick
She a bad bitch
And she know that shit

Bloody headshot like a target
On a damn thot bitch
Left a bloody spot on my coffin
Tear it up
We as raw as it gets
It's starting to smell stinking like a damn arm pit

Cutting off all of your oxygen
Hit the pavement and I'm rocking him
Open your mouth put my cock in it
Can I please talk my shit for a bit
See what happens if you try to step on my ricks
Choppa turn your brain to mush like grits
My girlfriend said she doesn't really like mosh pits
She said she really doesn't like all that aggressive shit, huh
Maybe if she try'd she could fuck with it
And then see if she really like the moshing pit
Huh

Written by:
Isaiah Caden

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