Its Said by Evil C Lyrics
[Hook] x2
I said, it’s said x6
And once I said it, there’s no turning back
[Verse 1]
Speak free, my PC on a minimum
Call a fag a fag, J FLAG asking for synonyms
Bri bit the pickle and the shit is sickening
Sorry went in an interim, now back to niggas threatening
You giving ‘em Nyquil, I give women adrenaline
You’d slip them the right pills, if you were into women and
Quizzy I might still, raise the bar you like it dropped
Seen you akimbo when you saw this wasn’t limbo
Tryna to excuse what you watching on your WiFi
Not to be rude but I can’t remain the nice guy
Wouldn’t reach my heights after your 5 tries
I killed you with 12 bars, despite your 9 lives
[hook] x 2
[Verse 2]
Atmosphere changed, Chambers pleaded for grace
Put Mort in his place like she sat on his face
Put Mort in his place while I’m writing this 8
See whose mouth goin run while he rides Kevin Gates
Quangay, you need to get your flow up
My rhymes sick like I spot Brittney and I’m about to throw up
At Starbucks sipping Cold Cups
You invite a girl out but damn, she ain’t even showed up
[Bridge]
Why? Hmm cuz her gaydar her gaydar’s on fleek
Hmm cuz her gaydar her gaydar’s on fleek
Hmm, and her good ole good ole, her good ole good ole’s on fleek
Hmm girl
[Outro]
It’s a sad day today, condolences to the family of Quangay
Momma cry, Quangay is in the grave
Momma cry, Quangay needed a savior
Papa cry when he heard his son has never gotten pu$$y nigga
After rapping like he was the nigga
X2
I said, it’s said x6
And once I said it, there’s no turning back
[Verse 1]
Speak free, my PC on a minimum
Call a fag a fag, J FLAG asking for synonyms
Bri bit the pickle and the shit is sickening
Sorry went in an interim, now back to niggas threatening
You giving ‘em Nyquil, I give women adrenaline
You’d slip them the right pills, if you were into women and
Quizzy I might still, raise the bar you like it dropped
Seen you akimbo when you saw this wasn’t limbo
Tryna to excuse what you watching on your WiFi
Not to be rude but I can’t remain the nice guy
Wouldn’t reach my heights after your 5 tries
I killed you with 12 bars, despite your 9 lives
[hook] x 2
[Verse 2]
Atmosphere changed, Chambers pleaded for grace
Put Mort in his place like she sat on his face
Put Mort in his place while I’m writing this 8
See whose mouth goin run while he rides Kevin Gates
Quangay, you need to get your flow up
My rhymes sick like I spot Brittney and I’m about to throw up
At Starbucks sipping Cold Cups
You invite a girl out but damn, she ain’t even showed up
[Bridge]
Why? Hmm cuz her gaydar her gaydar’s on fleek
Hmm cuz her gaydar her gaydar’s on fleek
Hmm, and her good ole good ole, her good ole good ole’s on fleek
Hmm girl
[Outro]
It’s a sad day today, condolences to the family of Quangay
Momma cry, Quangay is in the grave
Momma cry, Quangay needed a savior
Papa cry when he heard his son has never gotten pu$$y nigga
After rapping like he was the nigga
X2