Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Evil Thoughts , by - Drakeo The Ruler. Release date: 06.12.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Evil Thoughts |
| Shit, you know what’s going on |
| You know the truth |
| (RonRon, load it up, RonRon, load it up) |
| (DRUpNext) |
| Pick it off the ground, make him spin around |
| Ask about the Stincs, yeah, we run LA |
| They say, «Drakeo, we can’t hear you,» it be more than loud |
| Let the K off, he doing jumping jacks (RonRon, do that shit) |
| They nicknamed me the Cold Devil |
| These .223s make souls shatter |
| Striptease, he’s a pole dancer |
| We do Percs, y’all be off meth |
| He say it’s beef, when he see me, they be nice as Caillou |
| He tried to run up it, chop dropkicked him, Ryu |
| You heard the team was in the club, send 'em up, we sideswiped 'em |
| Killed the club, bring the casket, he drowned from nine bottles |
| You do not be on that tough shit when you see us |
| All your homies Buster Douglas, they all Winnies |
| Marcus, I caught him at the light, he start speeding |
| Shooters in the Dawn, left the victim in the Prius |
| Shit, nigga |
| We millionaires, are you sure you wanna beef with us? |
| For real, nigga |
| Evil thoughts when we snatching them Jesus pieces |
| Nigga |
| It’s a movie in the chop, you’re Jeepers Creepers |
| Nigga (I like that) |
| Evil thoughts when we snatching them Jesus pieces |
| Yeah, millionaires, honey buns get you glazed |
| Get the drop on the opps, get to 'em without Waze |
| Hit a bank, come home to a ticket, crime pays |
| Serve a table, mix the chowder and chicken and sauté |
| Hit your bitch up twelve ways, might dick it, but just a little |
| Gotta watch what I say 'cause killers is sentimental |
| Forty-five lie on my back, I’m Don Mitchell |
| Better pick who you want to come visit in hospital |
| Shit, I’m tryna exit out that building, break the latches |
| Can’t let 'em stress me out, they’ll leave me in a casket |
| Apply the pressure up in the nigga like gymnastics |
| All that dissing, gon' have your niggas get you tatted |
| RIP before your name |
| Riding 'round, what we doing? |
| Me and Drakeo together, you niggas know we undefeated |
| Bottegas on Bentayga pedals, oh, I’m the one speeding |
| You do not be on that tough shit when you see us |
| All your homies Buster Douglas, they all Winnies |
| Marcus, I caught him at the light, he start speeding |
| Shooters in the Dawn, left the victim in the Prius |
| Shit, nigga |
| We millionaires, are you sure you wanna beef with us? |
| For real, nigga |
| Evil thoughts when we snatching them Jesus pieces |
| Nigga |
| It’s a movie in the chop, you’re Jeepers Creepers |
| Nigga |
| Evil thoughts when we snatching them Jesus pieces |