Scott Evil Song Lyrics

Description:- Scott Evil Lyrics Young Nudy are Provided in this article. This is a new song which is sang by famous Singer ​Young Nudy. This song is from DR. EV4L album.


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This Song will release on 18 May 2021.


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Scott Evil Lyrics Young Nudy

YeahAyy, MAHD, tell them to turn that noise upAin’t no bitch nigga, you niggas knowAin’t no bitch nigga, you already knowAin’t no bitch nigga, you already knowAin’t no bitch nigga, you, yeahAin’t no bitch nigga, you already knowAin’t no bitch nigga, you already knowAin’t no bitch nigga, you already knowAin’t no bitch niggaAin’t no bitch nigga, already knowAin’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 smokeNiggas be talkin’, I think it’s a hoe nowNigga want smoke but these niggas won’t show outAnd I got that gun, I’ll hit you in your stomachYour guts, you know it gon’ pour outI like the blood I leave in the streetYeah, I’m a blood, no industry nigga (Yeah, I’m a blood)I been this shit ‘fore an industryDon’t get this shit twisted, I’m not none them niggas (No)I carry my pencil, no bussin’ that bitchAnd 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 weakShe ain’t suckin’ right, don’t bite on my nut (Uh-uh)Lock on her head, I make it a gripNow, bitch, get it down, don’t be stuffed (Bitch, get it down)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’ momma fine for realLil’ 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, huhStack 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) pack to my momma sonShe kiss me, I guess she know the realSurvivin’ the streets, survival of the fittest (Yeah)Get a phone call, think her son been killed (Yeah)Heartbeat ’cause she think these niggas kill (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)Know you can get it (Uh-huh), anybody get itI’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 smokeNiggas be talkin’, I think it’s a hoe nowNigga want smoke but these niggas won’t show outAnd I got that gun, I’ll hit you in your stomachYour guts, you know it gon’ pour outI like the blood I leave in the streetYeah, I’m a blood, no industry nigga (Yeah, I’m a blood)I been this shit ‘fore an industryDon’t get this shit twisted, I’m not none them niggas (No)I carry my pencil, no bussin’ that bitchAnd 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 sleepAll these bitches want my dick (Yeah, yeah)Bad bitches, you could get itHavin’ money so she feel me (Yeah, yeah)Try to talk, can’t hear meOnly thing I’m comprehendin’Bitch, let me get in it (Yeah, yeah)Fuck on your 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)There’s my brothers, they not my friends (Yeah)You are my friend, I cross you at end (Yeah, yeah)It feel like blood, you ain’t all in (Yeah)Some of my niggas, I be treatin’ ’em like they my kin (Yeah)Now I be callin’ ’em, “Twin” (Yeah)Okay first day struggle, rock nigga, no struggleGettin’ money, tryna double (Yeah)Tryna scrub for all the extraKick back the smoke when they press you (Yeah)Let this thing blow on whoeverKnow this shit come with some metal (Frrp, frrp)Ain’t a hood nigga, your body don’t 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 ’emThey was just scared, you was armed and dangerous (Armed and dangerous)Really fucked up, man, you rich and dangerousTellin’ the feds ’cause they can’t contain meReal in this street, yeah, all of my enemies, yeahThey 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 (Okay)Lotta potholes on my side of town (Okay)Better be skrapped when you ridin’ around (Oh, yeah)Better be skrapped 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 smokeNiggas be talkin’, I think it’s a hoe nowNigga want smoke but these niggas won’t show outAnd I got that gun, I’ll hit you in your stomachYour guts, you know it gon’ pour outI like the blood I leave in the streetYeah, I’m a blood, no industry nigga (Yeah, I’m a blood)I been this shit ‘fore an industryDon’t get this shit twisted, I’m not none them niggas (No)I carry my pencil, no bussin’ that bitchAnd 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)