Evul by Tone Mula Lyrics
[Intro: Tone Mula & Portal Boi & Mr. TM]
Ay, Tone? Tone?
Wassup?
Get up nigga!
They miss you bra, you got 13k on yo song
Man fuck this shit man Ion' think I wanna do it no mo
What the fuck do you mean?
You don't wanna do this shit no mo man
Aye man look, I got these pills man
They make you feel unstoppable bra
Here take these shits man
Mane, you know ion' do no fucking pills bro
Mane here take these shit man stop being a pussy
Naw bra I ain't fucking with that shit mane
You know ion' do no pills
Mane here bra just take it bra one-time bra just this one time
Naw bra I ain't doing it
Mane here bra just take it!
Bra aight bra give that shit mane
Why ion' feel none?
Why everything spinning?
(Ay bra, ay bra)
Ay, Tone, Tone? (Uhh)
Get up nigga Tone?
(This is your new life)
(Um I'm Mr. TM)
(Here take this mic you got five seconds to go through the portal)
(5, 4, 3, I think they know what goes after 3)
(TWO!)
[Verse]
Aye, I was lonely I slept with a bag
If you speak on my name you a fag!
And she ride my dick fast like a jag
If you tuff then them bullets play tag
I be dripping I see why they mad
I can't trust em' I know they be trash
2k18 I'm chasing a bag
I can't chase her she know I got asthma (Uh, uh)
Call up Bandz then we hop in the coupe
Only thing we be chasing is lute
We the shit wanna fuck with the crew?
Break her back her shit dripping like fruits
Lotta' of chains on my body no roots
I be flexing alone don't need groups
Lotta guns around me like a troop
I bust on her I had to say oops
And I'm blowing on gas like I'm Snoop
I be Ballin' I don't need no hoop
We was broke we ain't know what to do
Saw the blue then came up with a clue
Shorty tripping she can't be my boo
Every time I pop out everything new
Call up bro T slime you out like the flu
Tryna' run game shorty tripping I knew
Gave her the dick now she calling with withdrawals
Blind to the bullshit I feel like I'm Ray Charles
Niggas act tuff when they see me they try dap me up
I swear that I hate yall
Young nigga solid I feel like a 8 ball
I left the old me right up in the graveyard
I got the drip it's on sell just like k-mart
Boy you so cap you ran laps ain't gone chase yall
Aiming them bullets I'm tryn' knock yo face-off
Balling on niggas I'm not talking playoffs
Yea I might fuck ha' but I will not date yall
No Quavo or Offset but I'm bout to TakeOff!
Ay, Tone? Tone?
Wassup?
Get up nigga!
They miss you bra, you got 13k on yo song
Man fuck this shit man Ion' think I wanna do it no mo
What the fuck do you mean?
You don't wanna do this shit no mo man
Aye man look, I got these pills man
They make you feel unstoppable bra
Here take these shits man
Mane, you know ion' do no fucking pills bro
Mane here take these shit man stop being a pussy
Naw bra I ain't fucking with that shit mane
You know ion' do no pills
Mane here bra just take it bra one-time bra just this one time
Naw bra I ain't doing it
Mane here bra just take it!
Bra aight bra give that shit mane
Why ion' feel none?
Why everything spinning?
(Ay bra, ay bra)
Ay, Tone, Tone? (Uhh)
Get up nigga Tone?
(This is your new life)
(Um I'm Mr. TM)
(Here take this mic you got five seconds to go through the portal)
(5, 4, 3, I think they know what goes after 3)
(TWO!)
[Verse]
Aye, I was lonely I slept with a bag
If you speak on my name you a fag!
And she ride my dick fast like a jag
If you tuff then them bullets play tag
I be dripping I see why they mad
I can't trust em' I know they be trash
2k18 I'm chasing a bag
I can't chase her she know I got asthma (Uh, uh)
Call up Bandz then we hop in the coupe
Only thing we be chasing is lute
We the shit wanna fuck with the crew?
Break her back her shit dripping like fruits
Lotta' of chains on my body no roots
I be flexing alone don't need groups
Lotta guns around me like a troop
I bust on her I had to say oops
And I'm blowing on gas like I'm Snoop
I be Ballin' I don't need no hoop
We was broke we ain't know what to do
Saw the blue then came up with a clue
Shorty tripping she can't be my boo
Every time I pop out everything new
Call up bro T slime you out like the flu
Tryna' run game shorty tripping I knew
Gave her the dick now she calling with withdrawals
Blind to the bullshit I feel like I'm Ray Charles
Niggas act tuff when they see me they try dap me up
I swear that I hate yall
Young nigga solid I feel like a 8 ball
I left the old me right up in the graveyard
I got the drip it's on sell just like k-mart
Boy you so cap you ran laps ain't gone chase yall
Aiming them bullets I'm tryn' knock yo face-off
Balling on niggas I'm not talking playoffs
Yea I might fuck ha' but I will not date yall
No Quavo or Offset but I'm bout to TakeOff!