Scott Evil lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
(Ayy, MAHD, tell them to turn that noise up)
Ain't no b*tch n*gga, you n*ggas know
Ain't no b*tch n*gga, you already know
Ain't no b*tch n*gga, you already know
Ain't no b*tch n*gga, you, yeah
Ain't no b*tch n*gga, you already know
Ain't no b*tch n*gga, you already know
Ain't no b*tch n*gga, you already know
Ain't no b*tch n*gga
Ain't no b*tch n*gga, already know
Ain't no b*tch n*gga, know (Wow)
Ain't no b*tch n*gga, know (Wow)

[Chorus]
n*gga try who? You know that he slow (Who?)
n*gga want smoke? You know it's a go (Yeah)
Pull up on they block and let that sh*t go (Frrp)
Woah, now they wan' suck, they want smoke
n*ggas be talkin', I think it's a hoe now
n*gga want smoke but these n*ggas won't show out
And I got that gun, I'll hit you in your stomach
Your guts, you know it gon' pour out
I like the blood I leave in the street
I am a blood, no industry n*gga (Yeah, I'm a blood)
I been this sh*t 'fore an industry, n*gga
Don't get this sh*t twisted, I'm not none them n*ggas (No)
I carry my pistol, no bussin' that b*tch
And I don't need nobody squeeze for me (Slime)
The b*tch only type of squeeze I need (Yeah)
And if she ain't fine, she can't suck me to sleep (Uh-uh)
[Verse 1]
She gotta suck a n*gga, make my knees weak
She ain't suckin' right, don't bite on my lip (Uh-uh)
Lock on her head, I make it a grip
Now, b*tch, get in there, don't be stupid (b*tch, get in there)
Make a b*tch turn around, b*tch, it ain't stiff (Yeah)
She bouncin' that ass, it move with her hips (Bouncin' that ass)
God, lil' momma fine for real
Lil' shawty, lil' dime, for real, dime (Yeah)
Love a n*gga b*tch too (Yeah)
I make money or I'm crook (Yeah)
'Nother b*tch in the book (Yeah)
Gettin' money off the hook (Okay, now)
'Nother verse, 'nother fifteen (Ugh)
Came a long way gettin' fifteen, huh
Stack up all that money and I put that sh*t on my momma (Uh-huh)
I used to rob these n*ggas for lunch (Lunch)
I'm not a bully, your ass will get punched (Punch)
I got my gun, you ain't got no gun (No gun)
Jumped out the Porsche, too early for her son (Too pus*y for her son)
pus*y-boy, you not compared to my momma son
She kicked me out, yeah, she know I'm the real one
Survivin' the streets, survival of the fittest (Yeah)
Get a phone call that her son out here killin' (Yeah)
Heartbeat 'cause she think these n*ggas killed me (What?)
Nah, momma, uh-uh, these n*ggas b*tches (Uh-huh)
I heard these n*ggas snitchin', I ain't trippin' (Uh-huh)
A roof is in the trenches, they can't get with me (Uh-huh)
The gunsmokers know I give it, know you can get it (Uh-huh)
Anybody get it
I'm the slimiest out the city (Uh-huh)
And I'm f*ckin' all these b*tches (Uh-huh)
All these b*tches lookin' pretty (Uh-huh)
[Chorus]
n*gga try who? You know that he slow (Who?)
n*gga want smoke? You know it's a go (Yeah)
Pull up on they block and let that sh*t go (Frrp)
Woah, now they wan' suck, they want smoke
n*ggas be talkin', I think it's a hoe now
n*gga want smoke but these n*ggas won't show out
And I got that gun, I'll hit you in your stomach
Your guts, you know it gon' pour out
I like the blood I leave in the street
I am a blood, no industry n*gga (Yeah, I'm a blood)
I been this sh*t 'fore an industry, n*gga
Don't get this sh*t twisted, I'm not none them n*ggas (No)
I carry my pistol, no bussin' that b*tch
And I don't need nobody squeeze for me (Slime)
The b*tch only type of squeeze I need (Yeah)
And if she ain't fine, she can't suck me to sleep (Uh-uh)

[Verse 2]
And if she ain't fine, she can't suck me to sleep
All these b*tches want my digits (Yeah, yeah)
Bad b*tches, you could get it
Havin' money so she feel me (Yeah, yeah)
Try to talk, can't hear me
Only thing I'm comprehendin'
b*tch, let me get in it (Yeah, yeah)
f*ck on you, b*tch and I f*ck on your friend (Yeah)
f*ck 'em together, I don't care if they twins (Yeah)
And I get down, I share with my twin (Yeah)
They is my brothers, they not my friends (Yeah)
You are my friend, I cross you at the end (Yeah, yeah)
If it ain't blood, you ain't all in (Yeah)
Some of my n*ggas, I treat 'em like they kin (Yeah)
That why I be callin em my "Twin" (Yeah)
And we came from the same struggle, rock n*gga, no hustle
Gettin' money, tryna double (Yeah)
Tryna scrap all the extra
Give back the smoke when they pressure (Yeah)
Let this thing blow on whoever
Know this sh*t come with some metal (Frrp, frrp)
In the hood n*gga, a body a treasure (Huh?)
Catch you one n*gga, the hood gon' respect ya (Yeah)
Catch you two, and get away and it's gangsta (Two)
Learn what you doin', you learn how to spank 'em
They was just scared, when you was armed and dangerous (Armed and dangerous)
Now they f*cked up, and, you rich and dangerous
Tellin' the feds, can they please contain you?
Real in this street, yeah, all of my enemies, yeah
They had started the beef, yeah, we used to be (Used to be)
Used to rose to rooster, now it's time to eat (Yeah, time to-time to eat)
Four doors, hit the headlight, now it's time to creep (Frrp, time to creep)
Walk down on them n*ggas, somethin' they don't see (Frrp, nah)
Gotta know what you doin' when you steppin' in these streets (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
Okay, step in the wrong puddle, then you drown (Okay)
Lotta potholes on my side of town (Okay)
Better be scrapped when you ridin' around (Oh, yeah)
Better be scrapped when you di*kin' 'em down (Grrah)
[Chorus]
n*gga try who? You know that he slow (Who?)
n*gga want smoke? You know it's a go (Yeah)
Pull up on they block and let that sh*t go (Frrp)
Woah, now they wan' suck, they want smoke
n*ggas be talkin', I think it's a hoe now
n*gga want smoke but these n*ggas won't show out
And I got that gun, I'll hit you in your stomach
Your guts, you know it gon' pour out
I like the blood I leave in the street
I am a blood, no industry n*gga (Yeah, I'm a blood)
I been this sh*t 'fore an industry, n*gga
Don't get this sh*t twisted, I'm not none them n*ggas (No)
I carry my pistol, no bussin' that b*tch
And I don't need nobody squeeze for me (Nah)
The b*tch only type of squeeze I need (Yeah)
And if she ain't fine, she can't suck me to sleep (Uh-uh)