Evolvëd

Written by Jay Trench, Yeat

Produced by Jay Trench

This bitch annoying as hell, yeah, why she been wastin' my time?

Yeah, they already know that I'm up, yeah, I don't gotta wait in no line (No)

I got a new sweater, bitch 'boutta pull up and give me the neck, yeah, the muhfuckin' crew sweater (Yeah)

I got some crosses, they sit on my body, I turned them upside down with the chain (Yeah)

They say "What you doin'?" I told 'em I do the same shit every day

You gotta watch how you move in it, them boys gon' pull up on you and they gon' spray (Phew-phew-phew-phew)

I had to do a lot of shit 'fore goin' up, and then told 'em "Okay" ('Kay)

I had to cut this bitch off (Yeah), I had to cut this snitch off (Mhm)

Yeah, figure this out like it's jigsaw (Mhm)

Yeah, my money tall like it Paul Gasol (Mhm)

Rockin' Chane-ne sunglasses like Pocahontas (Mhm)

Three holes on the top of the head, bitch, I'm booted up (Mhm)

I got inside of the whip, 'boutta turn it up (Phew)

Every day, you make a trend, 'boutta turn it off (Yeah)

I can't even listen to bullshit, I had enough (Argh)

Shit wasn't always this easy, I had it rough

This not no Xbox controller, that bitch is scuffed

I keep the racks in the back of the Tonka truck (Woo-woo-woo)

I gotta stay in the bottom and run it up (Yeah)

I don't be trustin' nobody, don't give a fuck (No)

All of my money, I laid it all out in the bed and I kissed it, yeah, then I fucked it up (Mwah)

Me and your bitch, we be high as hell

This Chane-ne, no YSL

This ain't no CDG, this is Homme Plus

I got a big body four-door Rolls truck (Err)

Yeah, by the words that nobody knows us

My wrist wasn't shit then that muhfucker froze up (Froze up)

[Chorus]

Y'all just be stayin' the same

I just got my money up and made a brand new wave, uh

All my diamond flooded like a wave, I rock these bitch drop

I just got the C8 out the shop, lil' bitch, the doors go

They said I sound like I'm Osama's son, the way they see me blow up

I been talked to my devil, he told me let's get it, let's do it, it's time to go, go up (Hrr)

I got the Wock' in my bag like I'm Dora

My money go from the ceiling to the floor

I just left Chanelly, go hit Dior

My twizzy run from the pigs, boars

She ate my dick like a fish, she a new ten

I might go hit NY, feel like Bruce Wayne (Yeah)

I got my money up, I got a new chain (No)

My-My body let it rain

I'm on the X every day of my life, I don't know what I'm doin' and I feel insane

She pull up, she pull up, she pull up, she ride on my dick like a Yamaha, bitch, hit the brakes

[Outro]

(Ooh-ah, ah, ah)

(Ah-ooh)

(Ooh-ooh)

(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)

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