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

rate me

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

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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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