Young Nudy - Scott Evil lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Ayy, MAHD, tell them to turn that noise up Ain't no b*tch ni**a, you ni**as know Ain't no b*tch ni**a, you already know Ain't no b*tch ni**a, you already know Ain't no b*tch ni**a, you, yeah Ain't no b*tch ni**a, you already know Ain't no b*tch ni**a, you already know Ain't no b*tch ni**a, you already know Ain't no b*tch ni**a Ain't no b*tch ni**a, already know Ain't no b*tch ni**a, know (Wow) Ain't no b*tch ni**a, know (Wow) [Chorus] ni**a try who? You know that he slow (Who?) ni**a 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' su*k, they want smoke ni**as be talkin', I think it's a hoe now ni**a want smoke but these ni**as 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 Yeah, I'm a blood, no industry ni**a (Yeah, I'm a blood) I been this sh*t 'fore an industry Don't get this sh*t twisted, I'm not none them ni**as (No) I carry my pencil, 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 su*k me to sleep (Uh-uh) [Verse 1] She gotta su*k a ni**a, make my knees weak She ain't su*kin' right, don't bite on my nut (Uh-uh) Lock on her head, I make it a grip Now, b*tch, get it down, don't be stuffed (b*tch, get it down) Make a b*tch turn around, b*tch, it ain't stiff (Yeah) She bouncin' that ass, it move with her heels (Bouncin' that ass) God, lil' momma fine for real Lil' shawty, lil' dime, for real, dime (Yeah) Love a ni**a 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 ni**as 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 pussy for her son) [?] pack to my momma son She kiss me, I guess she know the real Survivin' the streets, survival of the fittest (Yeah) Get a phone call, think her son been killed (Yeah) Heartbeat 'cause she think these ni**as kill (What?) Nah, momma, uh-uh, these ni**as b*tches (Uh-huh) I heard these ni**as 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) Know you can get it (Uh-huh), anybody get it I'm the slimiest out the city (Uh-huh) And I'm fu*kin' all these b*tches (Uh-huh) All these b*tches lookin' pretty (Uh-huh) [Chorus] ni**a try who? You know that he slow (Who?) ni**a 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' su*k, they want smoke ni**as be talkin', I think it's a hoe now ni**a want smoke but these ni**as 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 Yeah, I'm a blood, no industry ni**a (Yeah, I'm a blood) I been this sh*t 'fore an industry Don't get this sh*t twisted, I'm not none them ni**as (No) I carry my pencil, 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 su*k me to sleep (Uh-uh) [Verse 2] And if she ain't fine, she can't su*k me to sleep All these b*tches want my dick (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) fu*k on your b*tch and I fu*k on your friend (Yeah) fu*k 'em together, I don't care if they twins (Yeah) And I get down, I share with my twin (Yeah) There's my brothers, they not my friends (Yeah) You are my friend, I cross you at end (Yeah, yeah) It feel like blood, you ain't all in (Yeah) Some of my ni**as, I be treatin' 'em like they my kin (Yeah) Now I be callin' 'em, "Twin" (Yeah) Okay first day struggle, rock ni**a, no struggle Gettin' money, tryna double (Yeah) Tryna scrub for all the extra Kick back the smoke when they press you (Yeah) Let this thing blow on whoever Know this sh*t come with some metal (Frrp, frrp) Ain't a hood ni**a, your body don't trust ya (Huh?) Catch you one ni**a, the hood gon' respect ya (Yeah) Catch you two, won't get away and it's gangsta (Two) Know what you doin', you know how to spank 'em They was just scared, you was armed and dangerous (Armed and dangerous) Really fu*ked up, man, you rich and dangerous Tellin' the feds 'cause they can't contain me 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 ni**as, 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 (Okay) Lotta potholes on my side of town (Okay) Better be skrapped when you ridin' around (Oh, yeah) Better be skrapped when you dickin' 'em down (Grrah) [Chorus] ni**a try who? You know that he slow (Who?) ni**a 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' su*k, they want smoke ni**as be talkin', I think it's a hoe now ni**a want smoke but these ni**as 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 Yeah, I'm a blood, no industry ni**a (Yeah, I'm a blood) I been this sh*t 'fore an industry Don't get this sh*t twisted, I'm not none them ni**as (No) I carry my pencil, 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 su*k me to sleep (Uh-uh)