Lyrics D3VILGOTSTEEZE - Len

1phonecall to the plug, get a pack
2phonecalls to the (whew)
Get you whacked!

I got a Christian girl, she hates being in Prada.
And if the devil's got steeze,
Then forgive me father.
Bread in my pocket & cheese,
It's an enchilada.
Left my old hoe, she too mix up
& I don't dig it.
Bad lil bitch, ass heavy, I was always ready.
Grip on a stick, arms steady,
I was always ready.
Steady 40k before it hit the summer.
Bandemic, do the maths,
I swear we hit numbers.
Big racks, my hoe like an old TV,
With the big back.
I told her 'pick what you want',
She picked the big bag.
Top 5, dead or alive, already been that.
She did it for the feeling,
I'ma send that ho to Smith Blaxk.
On the block, I'm chilling with my hoes,
I'm tryna slam something.
My bradda there, he came in with the smoke, He's tryna blam something.
120 in a 30zone, I'm tryna crash something.
Left my old hoe, she too mix up.
I'm tryna get my dick sucked.
She tryna get her clit rubbed.
3 bad hoes & they thick thick thick.
They tryna take my soul with no 666.
I grab life by the throat
& I'm cumming on her tits.
You got no hoes, nigga you got no hoes.
Nigga if your broke nigga,
Then you're on your own bro.
And even if she broke nigga,
I wont fuck a broke hoe.
She tatt my name on her hand,
It's kinda like my logo.
Old hoe, 32, she said her man he don't know
Soho, I might cop a fit, stoney logo.
Rose Gold on my teeth because
I'm selling Coco.
Pepper steak, True flavours.
Only you hate us.
You said that you made us.
Niggas can't make another me, its imposs.
Look at the watch & it doesn't tiktok.
My wallets fat so I call em Rick Ross.
You got no business here, Wingstop.