Comethazine - No Evidence lyrics
[Comethazine - No Evidence lyrics]
Nigga claim he gon' get me
Claim he gon' rush me (Bitch, bitch)
We outside the spot now, nigga
Time to get ugly (Nigga, time to get ugly)
Have him shitting in his pants, nigga
Pass him a Huggie (Bitch)
Choppa 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)
But you gon' leave some evidence, nigga
I'm not (Nigga, I'm not)
Paid 100 for the Forces
Now there's blood on the bottom
Finna hit the Foot Locker, bitch
I'm not finna wash 'em
She say, "Ever since you got rich
You act like a dick" (yeah, alright)
Nah, bitch, that ain't it
I just can't trust any bitch (Bitch)
Man, they think I got a problem
'cause I smoke out the pound
I'll roll up 'round you niggas
And don't pass it around (No)
And if a nigga got a problem, bitch
I got the 4-pound (yeah, alright)
38, put 8 bullets in and spin it around
(Boom) put a potato on the barrel, bitch
It won't make a sound (No)
Shoot a nigga like a lay-up
But I'm laying him down (Boom)
Used to post in Edgemount with
The gun on my back (Bitch, gun on my back)
Bitch, I'm on 73rd with an 8 ball of crack
(With an 8 ball of crack)
I did that for a summer
The shit was gettin' kinda wack
(It was gettin' kinda wack)
Got some cash from that and bought a MAC
Then put out a track
(Then I put out a track)
Now these bitches, they love
Me, and these niggas, they hate
(yeah, alright) but that's okay
I'm gettin' pussy while
Those 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
Nigga claim he gon' get me
Claim he gon' rush me (Bitch, bitch)
We outside the spot now, nigga
Time to get ugly (Nigga, time to get ugly)
Have him shitting in his pants, nigga
Pass him a Huggie (Bitch)
Choppa bullets made him dance, look
He hitting his Dougie (Boom)
Catch him lacking, do your thing (yeah)
Then clean up the spot
(Then clean up the spot)
But you gon' leave some evidence, nigga
I'm not (Nigga, I'm not)
Paid 100 for the Forces
Now there's blood on the bottom
Finna hit the Foot Locker, bitch
I'm not finna wash 'em
Nigga claim he gon' get me
Claim he gon' rush me (Bitch, bitch)
We outside the spot now, nigga
Time to get ugly (Nigga, time to get ugly)
Have him shitting in his pants, nigga
Pass him a Huggie (Bitch)
Choppa bullets made him dance, look
He hitting his Dougie (Boom)
Catch him lacking, do your thing (yeah)
Then clean up the spot
(Then clean up the spot)
But you gon' leave some evidence, nigga
I'm not (Nigga, I'm not)
Paid 100 for the Forces
Now there's blood on the bottom
Finna hit the Foot Locker, bitch
I'm not finna wash 'em
Claim he gon' rush me (Bitch, bitch)
We outside the spot now, nigga
Time to get ugly (Nigga, time to get ugly)
Have him shitting in his pants, nigga
Pass him a Huggie (Bitch)
Choppa 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)
But you gon' leave some evidence, nigga
I'm not (Nigga, I'm not)
Paid 100 for the Forces
Now there's blood on the bottom
Finna hit the Foot Locker, bitch
I'm not finna wash 'em
She say, "Ever since you got rich
You act like a dick" (yeah, alright)
Nah, bitch, that ain't it
I just can't trust any bitch (Bitch)
Man, they think I got a problem
'cause I smoke out the pound
I'll roll up 'round you niggas
And don't pass it around (No)
And if a nigga got a problem, bitch
I got the 4-pound (yeah, alright)
38, put 8 bullets in and spin it around
(Boom) put a potato on the barrel, bitch
It won't make a sound (No)
Shoot a nigga like a lay-up
But I'm laying him down (Boom)
Used to post in Edgemount with
The gun on my back (Bitch, gun on my back)
Bitch, I'm on 73rd with an 8 ball of crack
(With an 8 ball of crack)
I did that for a summer
The shit was gettin' kinda wack
(It was gettin' kinda wack)
Got some cash from that and bought a MAC
Then put out a track
(Then I put out a track)
Now these bitches, they love
Me, and these niggas, they hate
(yeah, alright) but that's okay
I'm gettin' pussy while
Those 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
Nigga claim he gon' get me
Claim he gon' rush me (Bitch, bitch)
We outside the spot now, nigga
Time to get ugly (Nigga, time to get ugly)
Have him shitting in his pants, nigga
Pass him a Huggie (Bitch)
Choppa bullets made him dance, look
He hitting his Dougie (Boom)
Catch him lacking, do your thing (yeah)
Then clean up the spot
(Then clean up the spot)
But you gon' leave some evidence, nigga
I'm not (Nigga, I'm not)
Paid 100 for the Forces
Now there's blood on the bottom
Finna hit the Foot Locker, bitch
I'm not finna wash 'em
Nigga claim he gon' get me
Claim he gon' rush me (Bitch, bitch)
We outside the spot now, nigga
Time to get ugly (Nigga, time to get ugly)
Have him shitting in his pants, nigga
Pass him a Huggie (Bitch)
Choppa bullets made him dance, look
He hitting his Dougie (Boom)
Catch him lacking, do your thing (yeah)
Then clean up the spot
(Then clean up the spot)
But you gon' leave some evidence, nigga
I'm not (Nigga, I'm not)
Paid 100 for the Forces
Now there's blood on the bottom
Finna hit the Foot Locker, bitch
I'm not finna wash 'em