Scoe - Hear No Evil Speak No Evil (Remix) feat. Quan текст песни

I feel naked, without my motherfucking weapon
Never leave the house without the bitch to watch the dresser
Young and hard headed, scoe the ball breaker
No cigars in the world the stars and call label me
A motherfucking rebel, never slipping, my pedal to the motherfucking metal
The confederal prison, I was born in the ghetto
Strugling, hustling, gripping from dust to dawn
Getting it all in the ghetto
I'm known for my benzo, for how my neck glow
Know for having the best flow up in the west coast
Best coast, all in traffic, with automatic
All the static I was cracking, rat attacks and keep em close
Yeah, my neck full of rope, my chest full of smoke
I hate being broke nigga
I got hoes in the nose, hanging off my coat
Whatever flow should boat be as

[Hook]
See no evil, hear no evil, yeah
Streets on fire, the niggas keep stalking
All you sneaks keep dying, snitches keep on talking
But I ain't seen nothin, I ain't heard nothing
I'ma keep on hustling, I ain't say nothin
Streets on fire, the niggas keep stalking
All my enemies dying, when niggas keep talking
But I ain't seen nothin, I ain't heard nothing
I'ma keep on hustling, I ain't say nothin
See no evil, hear no evil, yeah

All my life I've been pimping and drug dealing
Tryina come up, shit, make me a couple million
Master of deflection, they say I got tunnel vision
Cooking up a car, residue on my mama dishes

Still lits, money on my mind, mind on the grind bitch
Don't even set my damn watch, cause I ain't got the time bitch
Quan 10 toes down till he come up
And got 20 in ceiling if you run up
You starting that stupid shit again you done up
I stay 10 steps ahead, so I'm 1 up
I pop that pistol on the pimpig round here, bullshit
Will surely get you missing round here
So that bullshit that you try to kick round here
This a no fly zone you in shit round here
You a queer if you a snitch round here
Running your mouth will get you ditched round here

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As the earth keep spinning, the club keep jumping
The party still popping, we always up in it
I ain't scared of shit
My whole life I've been banging, everyday I live
I keep it motherfucking gangster
The streets why I came up, got my fucking name up
Got my fucking change up, step my fucking game up
Players ball stacey adams, swear I met this madame ...
She had any bitches, she serious she at him
I told her let me had him, outside started macking
My whip started cracking, my paper started stacking
We rock tools like automechanics
Yeah bitch I drive stick with my game is automatic
And I ain't tryina wine or dine you,
Nah, I just tryina get behind you
Yeah I don't wanna make it rain on you
No, I just wanna put this thang on you, here we go

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