Scott Evil

[Intro] Yeah (Ayy, MAHD, tell them to turn that noise up) Ain't no bitch nigga, you niggas know Ain't no bitch nigga, you already know Ain't no bitch nigga, you already know Ain't no bitch nigga, you, yeah Ain't no bitch nigga, you already know Ain't no bitch nigga, you already know Ain't no bitch nigga, you already know Ain't no bitch nigga Ain't no bitch nigga, already know Ain't no bitch nigga, know (Wow) Ain't no bitch nigga, know (Wow) [Chorus] Nigga try who? You know that he slow (Who?) Nigga want smoke? You know it's a go (Yeah) Pull up on they block and let that shit go (Frrp) Woah, now they wan' suck, they want smoke Niggas be talkin', I think it's a hoe now Nigga want smoke but these niggas 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 nigga (Yeah, I'm a blood) I been this shit 'fore an industry, nigga Don't get this shit twisted, I'm not none them niggas (No) I carry my pistol, no bussin' that bitch And I don't need nobody squeeze for me (Slime) The bitch 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 nigga, 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, bitch, get in there, don't be stupid (Bitch, get in there) Make a bitch turn around, bitch, 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 nigga bitch too (Yeah) I make money or I'm crook (Yeah) 'Nother bitch 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 shit on my momma (Uh-huh) I used to rob these niggas 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) Pussy-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 niggas killed me (What?) Nah, momma, uh-uh, these niggas bitches (Uh-huh) I heard these niggas 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 fuckin' all these bitches (Uh-huh) All these bitches lookin' pretty (Uh-huh) [Chorus] Nigga try who? You know that he slow (Who?) Nigga want smoke? You know it's a go (Yeah) Pull up on they block and let that shit go (Frrp) Woah, now they wan' suck, they want smoke Niggas be talkin', I think it's a hoe now Nigga want smoke but these niggas 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 nigga (Yeah, I'm a blood) I been this shit 'fore an industry, nigga Don't get this shit twisted, I'm not none them niggas (No) I carry my pistol, no bussin' that bitch And I don't need nobody squeeze for me (Slime) The bitch 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 bitches want my digits (Yeah, yeah) Bad bitches, you could get it Havin' money so she feel me (Yeah, yeah) Try to talk, can't hear me Only thing I'm comprehendin' Bitch, let me get in it (Yeah, yeah) Fuck on you, bitch and I fuck on your friend (Yeah) Fuck '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 niggas, I treat 'em like they kin (Yeah) That why I be callin em my "Twin" (Yeah) And we came from the same struggle, rock nigga, 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 shit come with some metal (Frrp, frrp) In the hood nigga, a body a treasure (Huh?) Catch you one nigga, 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 fucked 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 niggas, 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 dickin' 'em down (Grrah) [Chorus] Nigga try who? You know that he slow (Who?) Nigga want smoke? You know it's a go (Yeah) Pull up on they block and let that shit go (Frrp) Woah, now they wan' suck, they want smoke Niggas be talkin', I think it's a hoe now Nigga want smoke but these niggas 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 nigga (Yeah, I'm a blood) I been this shit 'fore an industry, nigga Don't get this shit twisted, I'm not none them niggas (No) I carry my pistol, no bussin' that bitch And I don't need nobody squeeze for me (Nah) The bitch only type of squeeze I need (Yeah) And if she ain't fine, she can't suck me to sleep (Uh-uh)