Scorey - No Names lyrics

We were already checkin' out though
Why you saying you calling the police
Bro you mad?
Why you saying you calling the police bro
Why you mad? Chill aight, chill aight?

Uh, like fuck 12, I ain't givin' no names
He in that cell, fuckin' with the dope game
Choppa' Adele, love the way that pole sing
They gave him shells
He got hit from close range
Heavy clientele, love it when that phone ring
Fuck, what he yell? He ain't put in no pain
All by myself, hop out when the door swing
Bro give him hell, he just like to torch aim
Uh

Tell me who you rockin' with so we
Can hit their block and spin it
Hang with the opposites
Then he gon' hear that choppa' spittin'
Crash 'bout that guap, I'm wit' it
Splash at his top and split it
Max love to hop out, hittin'
Masked up with all my villains
Nobody loved me back when I ain't
Have a bowl to piss in
Couldn't get no ride before I got
Up on this road to riches
Stuck by my lonely with this nine
Don't need no co-defendant
Ain't no support, got on my grind
Nobody loaned a penny

Uh, like fuck 12, I ain't givin' no names
He in that cell, fuckin' with the dope game
Choppa' Adele, love the way that pole sing
They gave him shells
He got hit from close range
Heavy clientele, love it when that phone ring
Fuck, what he yell? He ain't playin', no pain
All by myself, hop out when the door swing
Bro give him hell
(Uh, uh) , he just like to torch aim, uh

I been on that paper trail
Never was a school guy
Grindin' 'til my pockets double-stuffed
Just like a Moon Pie
Hop out with that glizzy, turnin' blocks
You went just you and I
I've been screamin' "4TS, bitch
Still rock with my Colledge guys"
We could get it, do or die, your's or mine
Set it up
We got all the switches and ‘em forty-fives
Hella guns i won't drop a diss, I
Tell them shooters slide, wet 'em up
My Brodie got hit's
You know them savages ain't lettin' up

Uh, like fuck 12, I ain't givin' no names
He in that cell, fuckin' with the dope game
Choppa' Adele, love the way that pole sing
They gave him shells
He got hit from close range
Heavy clientele, love it when that phone ring
Fuck, what he yell? He ain't playin', no pain
All by myself, hop out when the door swing
Bro give him hell, he just like to torch aim
Uh

Like fuck 12, I ain't givin' no names
Choppa' Adele, love the way that pole sing