EVIL GRIN

Huh (Hahahaha, uh)

Uh, uh, yeah, ha
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

Cap to the back of his head, it's a yarmulke
Curry to kill a maniacal man
The prodigal son, a reliable friend
Either one of them will slide in a van
Van Damme in a Trans Am, 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 Peggy up
Like hit him like brrt (Uh, what up? Hahaha)
He laughin' hysterical from the underground
It's Indian burial
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

Make sure data is marked as classified
A continuous watch that makes your blood
As fresh as possible
The 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 Apostles (Huh)
I can't even pop no Xans
I'm always down, just what I been up to (Uh)
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, don't hold your hand
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 PETA, bitch
I'm Peggy Cena, you can't see me
I'm too player 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 (Uh)

Uh, uh, yeah, ha
Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh

Make sure data is marked as classified
A continuous watch that makes your blood
As fresh as possible
The closer it is for closeups
Because you never know when you're going to be up close
(Going to be up close)