CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Hear No Evil
We get money and brand new Pradas
I can't front 'cause n***as be ballin'
I got the bando jumpin' like Spalding
Get your head up or get sliced in the face
Ain't no love for no n***a who hate
I got the hood on lock, it's laced
Ain't no witnesses, ain't no traces
Pluto
Yo, hear no evil, see no evil (Turn, turn)
Lil' bro done a drill while I was in Dubai eatin' seafood (Turn, turn, turn, turn, woo, turn, ayy)
With that black pump, no diesel (Ay)
Unlimited pistols but that shotgun cheap and cheerful
My hitters tryna do it like Beanie Sigel
Get down or lay it down (Bow, bow)
Get down or lay it down
Our smoke and theirs ain't got the samе sound (Suh-suh-suh suh)
On the bando floor, there's needlеs (Suh, suh)
Put a wire and strip in your mouth (Suh-suh-suh suh, suh)
Never can we sleep on a L on friends
But now we're just throwin' Ls down
Our hustle was the way of livin'
They ain't see the vision, Ray Charles, Ray Charles (Ayy)
But we not playin' foul
Money, respect, and power
Opp boy still tryna chase that clout (Turn, turn)
But we fill the air with gunpowder
Bad b come to the Nizz
Arse up, face down, she in love with the flick
Chandelier is wet, lookin' like I let her come on my wrist
All the times that I whipped
I left residue on the sink
All the times that I lost that smoke
I had the feds tryna sort for my prints (Ah, ah)
When I think it's "run those"
When I rise, I'm not brushin' my teeth (Turn)
I run up those dreams, still holdin' my heart
Still holdin' my soul, I got it in ink, yeah
I can't front 'cause n***as be ballin'
I got the bando jumpin' like Spalding
Get your head up or get sliced in the face
Ain't no love for no n***a who hate
I got the hood on lock, it's laced
Ain't no witnesses, ain't no traces
Pluto
Yo, hear no evil, see no evil (Turn, turn)
Lil' bro done a drill while I was in Dubai eatin' seafood (Turn, turn, turn, turn, woo, turn, ayy)
With that black pump, no diesel (Ay)
Unlimited pistols but that shotgun cheap and cheerful
My hitters tryna do it like Beanie Sigel
Get down or lay it down (Bow, bow)
Get down or lay it down
Our smoke and theirs ain't got the samе sound (Suh-suh-suh suh)
On the bando floor, there's needlеs (Suh, suh)
Put a wire and strip in your mouth (Suh-suh-suh suh, suh)
Never can we sleep on a L on friends
But now we're just throwin' Ls down
Our hustle was the way of livin'
They ain't see the vision, Ray Charles, Ray Charles (Ayy)
But we not playin' foul
Money, respect, and power
Opp boy still tryna chase that clout (Turn, turn)
But we fill the air with gunpowder
Bad b come to the Nizz
Arse up, face down, she in love with the flick
Chandelier is wet, lookin' like I let her come on my wrist
All the times that I whipped
I left residue on the sink
All the times that I lost that smoke
I had the feds tryna sort for my prints (Ah, ah)
When I think it's "run those"
When I rise, I'm not brushin' my teeth (Turn)
I run up those dreams, still holdin' my heart
Still holdin' my soul, I got it in ink, yeah
