NO EVIDENCE lyrics

[Chorus]
n*gga claim he gon' get me, claim he gon' rush me (b*tch, b*tch)
We outside the spot now, n*gga, time to get ugly
Have him sh*tting in his pants, n*gga, pass him a Huggie
Chopper bullets made him dance, look, he hitting his Dougie (Boom)
Catch him lackin', do your thing (Yeah), then clean up the spot (Then clean up the spot)
'Cause who gon' leave some evidence? n*gga, I'm not
Paid a hundred for the Forces, now it's blood on the bottom
Finna hit the Foot Locker, b*tch, I'm not finna wash 'em

[Verse]
She say, "Ever since you got rich, you act like a di*k" (Yeah, alright)
Nah, b*tch, that ain't it, I just can't trust any b*tch (b*tch)
Man, they think I got a problem 'cause I smoke out the pound
I'll roll up 'round you n*ggas and don't pass it around (No)
And if a n*gga got a problem, b*tch, I got the four-pound (Alright)
.38, put eight bullets in it, spin it around (Boom)
Put a potato on the barrel, b*tch, it won't make a sound (No)
Shoot a n*gga like a layup, but I'm laying him down (Boom)
Used to post in Edgemount with the gun on my back (b*tch, gun on my back)
b*tch, I'm on 73rd with an eight ball of crack (With an eight ball of crack)
I did that for a summer, the sh*t was gettin' kinda wack (Gettin' kinda wack)
Took some cash from that and bought a MAC, then put out a track (Then I put out a track)
Now these b*tches, they love me, and these n*ggas, they hate (Alright)
But that's okay, I'm gettin' pus*y while them boys masturbate (Alright)
I got a chop with a sword, slice off his head
Keep stabbing 'til the rest of that boy body is dead
[Chorus]
n*gga claim he gon' get me, claim he gon' rush me (b*tch, b*tch)
We outside the spot now, n*gga, time to get ugly
Have him sh*tting in his pants, n*gga, pass him a Huggie
Chopper bullets made him dance, look, he hitting his Dougie (Boom)
Catch him lackin', do your thing (Yeah), then clean up the spot (Then clean up the spot)
'Cause who gon' leave some evidence? n*gga, I'm not
Paid a hundred for the Forces, now it's blood on the bottom
Finna hit the Foot Locker, b*tch, I'm not finna wash 'em
n*gga claim he gon' get me, claim he gon' rush me (b*tch, b*tch)
We outside the spot now, n*gga, time to get ugly
Have him sh*tting in his pants, n*gga, pass him a Huggie
Chopper bullets made him dance, look, he hitting his Dougie (Boom)
Catch him lackin', do your thing (Yeah), then clean up the spot (Then clean up the spot)
'Cause who gon' leave some evidence? n*gga, I'm not
Paid a hundred for the Forces, now it's blood on the bottom
Finna hit the Foot Locker, b*tch, I'm not finna wash 'em