Trippie Redd - Even Steven Lyrics

Wow-'ch
Oh, hi
Wait a minute, who are you?
I'll tell you a secret (Love the way you do that, oh)
Haha, yeah
Sometimes I get a little (Love the way you do it)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Quiet when I meet lots of new kids
Crazy, okay

She suck my dick so well, she ain't even teethin' (Oh my God)
Run up in your crib, kill you for no reason, yeah (Yeah)
Don't give a fuck 'bout mama grievin', yeah
Pull up with them choppers and I get even, yeah, get even

Mama cry (Mama cry, yeah) , homicide (Homicide, yeah)
Do or die (Do or die) , it's just you and I (You and I)
Eye for an eye (Eye for an eye) , life for a life (Life for a life)
Better chose a side (Side) , 'fore I up that fire (Fire)
That nigga dead (Bah) , one in the head (Phew)
Runnin' from the feds (Okay) , I can't take no fuckin' pledge (Okay)
I can't run from niggas, nah (Nah) , like I got no legs (Legs)
Murder, murder gang, couple bodies in the shed (Shed)
She do pilates, she off the molly, I'm all low in the head (Wait a minute, who are you?)
They 'Luminati, all on my body, know my government (Yeah)
I'm in the Masi', I keep the fire on me, intelligent
I catch a homi', I catch a body at your residence

She suck my dick so well, she ain't even teethin' (Oh my God)
Run up in your crib, kill you for no reason, yeah (Yeah)
Don't give a fuck 'bout mama grievin', yeah
Pull up with them choppers and I get even, yeah, get even

Real blue cheese, all my presidents dead
Real blue cheese, all my presidents dead
Real blue cheese, all my presidents dead
Real blue cheese, all my presidents dead (Presidents dead)
I'm fly like a bald eagle (Bald eagle)
Dick in her belly like a torpedo
Tell her drop down, bitch, and get your fuckin' eagle on (Eagle on)
You can join too, it's a fuckin' sing-along (Sing-along)
You can join too, it's a fuckin' sing-along (Yeah)
You can join too, it's a fuckin' sing-along (Wait a minute, who are you?)
You can join too, it's a fuckin' sing-along
You can join too, it's a fuckin' sing-along (Yeah)

She suck my dick so well, she ain't even teethin' (Oh my God)
Run up in your crib, kill you for no reason, yeah (Yeah)
Don't give a fuck 'bout mama grievin', yeah
Pull up with them choppers and I get even, yeah, get even

I'll tell you a secret, partner
I wanna sing a song just for you