"EVIL GRIN" lyrics
(feat. JPEGMAFIA)
[JPEGMAFIA:]
Huh (Hahahaha, uh)
Uh, uh, yeah, hah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
Uh-huh
All these bitches, man, we love this, man (Bitch-ass)
It's reality over here (Uh), leave the fake shit over there
[Denzel Curry:]
Gun to the back of his head, [?] to kill a maniicial man
The product, a son, a reliable friend, either one of them will slide in a van
Ban-dam in a tranzam, hoppin' out (Pew, pew), goddamn
Might wanna know when it's clickin' the face, I'm with no room to panic, I'm locked in
Underestimate me greatly, frankly, I don't give a fuck
Got another trench coat, let me hit my nigga Pecket up
Like hit him like brrt (Uh, what up? Hahaha)
He laughin' hysterical from the underground, it's any barrier
Rather leave a nigga nowhere like Merial
If it's over your head, then it's aerial, have you sleeping with the mermaids
No first aids, let the birds go in your bird cage
White dove go for any motherfucker tryna smack me with a white glove
There isn't a battle to win, records spin, I flash the evil grin
[JPEGMAFIA:]
Make sure tape is marked as classified
A continuous watch that makes your [?] across the book
Closer it is for closeups
Because you never know when you're going to be up close (Hysterical)
Bitch, it's Peggy, chapo, tell a bitch bring that guapo pronto (Huh)
I ain't just whippin' up shit to shock you, this shit here is gospel (Uh)
I ain't even got no fans, I'm drinkin' Kool-Aid with my Apostle (Huh)
I can't even pop no Xans, I'm always down, just what I been up to
Wakin' up early to ball, feedin' my dogs, answer the call
Me and Zel-tron get it poppin', these rappers just pop at the mouth and don't do shit at all (Huh)
Uh, ho is defied, now I'm banded, hop off the porch, let's box with God, uh
You feel that trip in your speakers, huh? I never rap, I'm a preacher
Niggas be ridin' on dick, no, you cannot kick it, my nigga, this isn't the league of fragile ho
Throwin' that rock, dome hole in your head, you sellin' outfielders, bitch
Give me that stash, I'm out, we crashin' out like Baby Kia, bitch
It's just the dog in me, I'm thinkin' 'bout starting a beef with Peter, bitch
I'm Peggy, seen ya, you can't see me, I'm too playin' with this shit
I got haters on my dick, throw it in brown when I piss (Shit)
I heard so much bullshit, I think I got tinnitus
Y'all can't be serious with this shit, these niggas periods be on script
I don't wanna fuck that ho, that ho right here inferior to my bitch
You ain't gotta like it, but put some respect on my name like Birdman and his bitch (Uh)
[JPEGMAFIA:]
Uh, uh, yeah, hah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
Make sure tape is marked as classified
A continuous watch that makes your [?] across the book
Closer it is for closeups
Because you never know when you're going to be up close
Huh (Hahahaha, uh)
Uh, uh, yeah, hah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
Uh-huh
All these bitches, man, we love this, man (Bitch-ass)
It's reality over here (Uh), leave the fake shit over there
[Denzel Curry:]
Gun to the back of his head, [?] to kill a maniicial man
The product, a son, a reliable friend, either one of them will slide in a van
Ban-dam in a tranzam, hoppin' out (Pew, pew), goddamn
Might wanna know when it's clickin' the face, I'm with no room to panic, I'm locked in
Underestimate me greatly, frankly, I don't give a fuck
Got another trench coat, let me hit my nigga Pecket up
Like hit him like brrt (Uh, what up? Hahaha)
He laughin' hysterical from the underground, it's any barrier
Rather leave a nigga nowhere like Merial
If it's over your head, then it's aerial, have you sleeping with the mermaids
No first aids, let the birds go in your bird cage
White dove go for any motherfucker tryna smack me with a white glove
There isn't a battle to win, records spin, I flash the evil grin
[JPEGMAFIA:]
Make sure tape is marked as classified
A continuous watch that makes your [?] across the book
Closer it is for closeups
Because you never know when you're going to be up close (Hysterical)
Bitch, it's Peggy, chapo, tell a bitch bring that guapo pronto (Huh)
I ain't just whippin' up shit to shock you, this shit here is gospel (Uh)
I ain't even got no fans, I'm drinkin' Kool-Aid with my Apostle (Huh)
I can't even pop no Xans, I'm always down, just what I been up to
Wakin' up early to ball, feedin' my dogs, answer the call
Me and Zel-tron get it poppin', these rappers just pop at the mouth and don't do shit at all (Huh)
Uh, ho is defied, now I'm banded, hop off the porch, let's box with God, uh
You feel that trip in your speakers, huh? I never rap, I'm a preacher
Niggas be ridin' on dick, no, you cannot kick it, my nigga, this isn't the league of fragile ho
Throwin' that rock, dome hole in your head, you sellin' outfielders, bitch
Give me that stash, I'm out, we crashin' out like Baby Kia, bitch
It's just the dog in me, I'm thinkin' 'bout starting a beef with Peter, bitch
I'm Peggy, seen ya, you can't see me, I'm too playin' with this shit
I got haters on my dick, throw it in brown when I piss (Shit)
I heard so much bullshit, I think I got tinnitus
Y'all can't be serious with this shit, these niggas periods be on script
I don't wanna fuck that ho, that ho right here inferior to my bitch
You ain't gotta like it, but put some respect on my name like Birdman and his bitch (Uh)
[JPEGMAFIA:]
Uh, uh, yeah, hah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
Make sure tape is marked as classified
A continuous watch that makes your [?] across the book
Closer it is for closeups
Because you never know when you're going to be up close
