Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Evidence, artist - Teejayx6. Date of issue: 22.09.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Evidence |
| Detectives ran in my crib, I had to hide all the evidence |
| Searchin' online for SSN’s, hopin' one of these the President |
| Just got a fire-ass BIN, I’m feelin' like this bitch Heaven-sent |
| Usin' the local wi-fi 'cause I can’t do it at my residence |
| In the science lab whippin' up some fake juice usin' measurements |
| I’ma get sick if I don’t pour up my medicine |
| Got my nigga in Miami bustin' checks from a distance |
| Laser in the scope so I can hit you from a distance |
| Doin' credit card fraud, no illegal distribution |
| 'Bout to hit the road, I need to rent a Ford Fusion |
| He don’t got designer shoes, he got on some Jordan Fusions |
| Print a fake ID, then dry it off in some aluminum |
| Hit the dash on the SRT, I started losin' 'em |
| Had my bitch hold all the bank cards 'cause I be losin' 'em |
| Nigga said I’m broke, he need to stop with all the foolishness |
| Bought myself a dinner with a piece at Ruth Chris |
| He don’t know how to load a Bitcoin 'cause he stupid |
| Heard the police 'bout to come and raid my house, I’m 'bout to move quick |
| Got a fake ID and I acted like I’m Slick Rick |
| I ain’t wanna slide, so I had to put my chip in |
| Nigga said he wanna go to dinner, ain’t even chip in |
| I think he too big for them jeans, they started rippin' |
| In Cali with my niggas and we out west Crippin' |
| Feds raidin' the spot, oh shit, nigga, I’m dippin' |
| Bitch was too thick, bro, I couldn’t even flip her |
| Still mad about that case, where the fuck is George Zimmerman? |
| Middle of the summer and this nigga got on Timberlands |
| Tryna get some beats, somebody hook me up with Timbaland |
| Been doin' fraud ten years straight, I’m a veteran |
| Claim how he be gettin' bank plays, but he the middle man |
| Was nine years old when I first scammed a grown man |
| I just scammed a nigga I went to school with in '010 |
| Thought his pieces was gon' hit, but the nigga only loaded ten |
| Cheated back in school, wrote all the answers on my skin |
| Grab a number two pencil and stab you in your skin |
| I don’t like to pray to God 'cause every day I sin |
| The ho was lookin' at my cup before I took a sip |
| Took a real card and duplicated the magnetic strip |
| Just bought an MSR, plus it came with the tutorial |
| I just started shootin' at a dead person’s memorial |
| Bank play in the burbs, so we gotta act cordial |
| Gotta buy a zip, I don’t get high off a quarter |
| Late, off the drank, I came in the fourth quarter |
| Learned some knowledge off a rich nigga, that shit is important |
| Gotta get a new plug, my last one got deported |
| I just sold some beans in a bag, they was orange |
| I just scammed a weird lil' girl, she’s an orphan |
| Go on the dark web, you can buy a nigga’s organs |
| Black rich nigga and he look like Tracy Morgan |
| Runner brung a few banks to me, bring some more in |
| Made a shank out a toothbrush, then started stabbin' |
| Yesterday, I walked in Wal-Mart and started grabbin' stuff |
| Walked up to the clerk like, «Can you please add this up?» |
| Popped one of my homies 'cause my money wasn’t addin' up |
| He tried to sneak me from the back, got a camera when I’m backin' up |
| I just put my chip in the machine and she bagged my items |