[intro: SCY Jimm]
(Aye Venzo stay the fuck out the kitchen)
Fuck a nia
Big T2T nia
Big SCY shit nga
Sack chasin youngin nia
[Chorus: SCY Jimm]
She act like she don’t want me bet this money make her fuck
Gotta keep that glizzy in the hood I got it tucked
They tryna figure out how I’m blowing racks and still up
Trying to put my nias on what you think I’m chasing m’s for
(m’s nia)
Hunnid racks off of digital (yeah)
Jimm he ain’t original (huh)
[?] with me and I’m gone finish him (huh)
All them long nights scrapping pots I still remember them (on gang)
He ain’t tryna get no fucking bag I ain’t no friend of him ([?])
[Verse 1: SCY Jimm]
They told me don’t rush I’m taking my time with this shit
(time with this shit)
Do whatever I want if I just put my mind to this shit (mind to this shit)
They wanna take my life got my riding with a blick (on gang)
She ask me if I love her, yeah I lied to the bitch ( [?] )
Praying lord forgive me for my sins (huh)
I’m standing on all ten
I see you pussy through these lens (come on man)
All those times nias counted me out I’m thinking about revenge
(the fuck)
Nias caught me slippin once bet they won’t do that shit again
(on gang nia)
Stuck off in the trap this rap shit got me taking flight (phew phew)
I was trying to get a bag, door swanging all night (yeah)
He claims he a big dawg, but he all bark and no bite (come on man)
I don’t see these nias I took off they ain’t nowhere in sight (gang)
Lil Jimm a bread winner (yeah yeah) I love countin dead nias (yeah)
I don’t want to conversate you talking to the fed’s nia
(what the fuck)
Make some shake while I’m sober don’t nee meds nia
(I dont need meds nia)
Think before you act about lil Jimm they bussin heads ni**a (on gang)
[Chorus: SCY Jimm]
She act like she don’t want me bet this money make her fuck
Gotta keep that glizzy in the hood I got it tucked (glah glah)
They tryna figure out how I’m blowing racks and still up
(come on man)
Trying to put my nias on what you think I’m chasing m’s for
(m’s nia)
Hunnid racks off of digital (yeah)
Jimm he ain’t original (huh)
[?] with me and I’m gone finish him (huh)
All them long nights scrapping pots I still remember them (on gang)
He ain’t tryna get no fucking bag I ain’t no friend of him ([?])
[Verse 2: BLP Kosher]
They used to laugh now they want to work I don’t remember them
Now they gas it up but they were never genuine
Let them hallows smoke I’m getting bread it’s still leavening
SCY I fuck with Jimm he rock with Benjamin’s
Some died and some switched sides so I feel all alone
But imma still wear that dreidel around my collar bone
And I don’t wanna step unless it’s on cobble stone
They got no motion so pick a part I call it auto zone
Fake blood them boys bap, you got baptized
Dump the glizzy in the ocean now its baptized
Florida, Atlantic I hand my papers to them frat guys
It’s high tie; they’re dead butterflies, so I antagonize
Two birds with one stone or one bird with two rocks
There’s a reason Jeffery wicked me up with only two locks
The clip curve I got a kaine like that boy duwap
The rest of them gone cop a deuce I’m about down to two opps
( wadlllt, ay )
[Outro: SCY Jimm]
She act like she don’t want me bet this money make her fuck
Gotta keep that glizzy in the hood I got it tucked (glah glah)
They tryna figure out how I’m blowing racks and still up
(come on man)
Trying to put my nias on what you think I’m chasing m’s for
(m’s nia)
Hunnid racks off of digital (yeah)
Jimm he ain’t original (huh)
[?] with me and I’m gone finish him (huh)
All them long nights scrapping pots I still remember them (on gang)
He ain’t tryna get no fucking bag I ain’t no friend of him ([?])
