SpaceGhostPurrp - No Evidence lyrics

[Hook] (4x) Throw it out the window No evidence It's all about knowledge Body-countin dead presidents [Intro] (2x) Throw it out the window (no evidence, no evidence, no evidence) Throw it out the window (no evidence, it's all about knowledge Dead presidents) [Intro 2] (4x0 Feel what I'm talking 'bout Keep up with my mind Keep up with my mind [Verse 1] It's the mack daddy, mister player, coming through with three Raider Klan n***as that be putting on with them Slim Jim baby I'm a skinny n***a too Jim is the bank, lifting cash is the weight too Tunnel after tunnel walking finding destiny I'm a child with the mild, spicy recipe Back in '98 had the gold frame locs hated Elementary school to me was a joke Provoked, subject to influence by the ring leader Make a run with my bat like Derek Jeter Reaper black hoodie, looking like a fly creeper Mystical ba** vibrating like a beeper Off in your ear don't fear baby here Put your hand in my hand, and get up out of here I'm weird, it ain't hard to see yeah I know it My mind is hella freak and I ain't scared to show it [Hook] [Verse 2] Audition politician you would never ever get in f*ggot a** hypebeasts will never ever fit in Get it, how you f**ing live like a rebel Power over basic minds, you just a pebble Treble, turned up perfect with the ba** Listen to the weight it blows right through your face Win, now I shall begin Start a raging storm with the Phonk from within Again and again, this is how we do it Not Montell Jordan, Muney Jordan Luther stupid I do this, for my Raider n***as who've been through it f**ing with these b**hes, stay away from the cutest Who this calling on my phone? Miss Jones A sa**y college teacher that I met who love to bone I'm grown, f** a friend I'd rather be alone I'm better off having an orgy waking up with shones [Hook] [Verse 3] One last verse And I won't try to curse Let me maintain My brain f** it I just got worse I need to be deep just because I am a Walking rapping drugged poisonous dillema I'm like dinner when I be all up in her stomach The lyrical disease made you bleed then vomit Atomic ba** zooming in like Sonic Up in Seattle, too phonkey like chronic Bang bang bang, pop pop, [?] I'm all about decession and profession, f** a cop I'm not a fake thug cause they be lollipops [?] still get f**ed while they make their cherry pop Stop the bullsh**, faking up the Phonk Gorillas in my city, they be stinking in the trunk Drunk, off Hennessy is a [?] Living life to the fullest, you will die before you blink [Hook] Throw it out the window, no evidence It's all about knowledge body counting dead presidents (4x)