Young Nudy - Scott Evil lyrics
Young Nudy [Quantavious Tavario Thomas] Atlanta, Georgia.U.S.
[Young Nudy - Scott Evil lyrics]
(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)
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)
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)
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)
And if she ain't fine
She can't suck me to sleep
All these bitches want my digit's
(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)
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)