Young Nudy - Scott Evil Lyrics

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)

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 want suck it, they want smoke
Niggas be talkin', I think it's a ho 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'm 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 pencil, I'm 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 nut (uh-uh)
Got a lock on her head, I make it a grip
Now, bitch, get in there and don't be stiff (bitch, get it in there)
Make a bitch turn around, bitch, it ain't stiff (yeah)
She bouncin' that ass, it move with her heels (bouncin' that ass)
God, lil' mama look 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 mama (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 me mama son
She kick me out and she know I'm the real one
Survivin' the streets, survival of the fittest (yeah)
Get a phone call, think her son had been killed (yeah)
Heartbeat 'cause she think these niggas killed me (what?)
Nah, mama, 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, and I'm the slimiest out the city (uh-huh)
And I'm f*ckin' 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 ho 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'm a blood, no industry nigga (yeah, I'm a blood)
I been this shit 'fore an industry niggas
Don't get this shit twisted, I'm not none them niggas (no)
I carry my pencil, I'm 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 dick (yeah, yeah)
Bad bitches, you could get it
Havin' money so she feel me (yeah, yeah)
Try to talk, I can't hear you
Only thing I'm comprehendin'
Bitch, let me get in it (yeah, yeah)
F*ck on your bitch and I f*ck on your friend (yeah)
F*ck '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 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's why I be callin' 'em my twin (yeah)
And we came from the same struggle, rock nigga, 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 shit come with some metal (frrp, frrp)
Ain't a hood nigga or body'll trust ya (huh?)
Catch you one nigga, 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)
Now they f*cked up, now you rich and dangerous
Tellin' the feds can they please 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)
Yeah, used to was a 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 strapped when you ridin' around (oh, yeah)
Better be strapped 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 want suck it, they want smoke
Niggas be talkin', I think it's a ho 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'm 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 pencil, I'm 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)