[SCY Jimm]
(You aren't even a cool breeze for my man Taz)
Big SCY shit, boy
[SCY Jimm]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, shawty ride this dick like a Harley Davidson (Ayy, ayy)
Four and a kid, get it off, I don't babysit (Move, move)
You done had your time in first place, bitch, I'm takin' it (Nigga)
Realest in this shit, nigga, I ain't never fakin' it (Come on)
Ayy, I come from servin' blow (Yeah, yeah)
In the kitchen playin' with that shh like it's snow (Frrt)
I was broke, now I need ten for a show (Ten)
Lettin' that money pile up, watch that bag grow (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
[SCY Jimm]
I took off, what the fuck I'm comin' back for? (What the fuck?)
You gon' try to creep, we got choppers at the backdoor (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
We might fuck, but can't put you before that bag, ho (Come here, bae)
You tired of bein' broke, get up off your ass, ho (Nigga)
Nigga, rats, and drugs (Yeah, yeah), we all in the city with it (Yeah)
Yeah, I rap, but still keep a fire 'cause this shit get wicked (Keep that burner)
Bro 'nem tryna slide for the free, ain't gotta pay a ticket (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
These niggas goin' out sad, how you savin' bitches? The fuck?
And I'm off that liquor, all this douche in my cup (Yeah, yeah)
These niggas runnin' out of time, they runnin' out of luck (On gnag)
I ain't have a penny, I had to go and run it up (Yeah, ain't had nothin')
Crackers just keep on askin' questions, I ain't givin' nothin' up
Every day I'm cuttin' up (Skrrt), 'member I was fuckin' up (Yeah, yeah)
Same bitch used to turn me down, now I'm fuckin' her (Come here, bae)
And this big Jimm, these niggas know I'm what the fuck is up (Nigga)
These niggas want my spot, I gotta keep that glitz and top (Glaow, glaow, glaow)
You a lil' boy, it's level to this shit (It's levels to this shit)
If I keep droppin', I'm forever gon' be rich, nigga, uh (On gang)
Fuck these hoes, I'm too stiff on a bitch, uh (Too stiff)
I just put a new clip on the glick (Glaow, glaow)
[SCY Jimm & Chicken P]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, shawty ride this dick like a Harley Davidson (Ayy, ayy)
Four and a kid, get it off, I don't babysit (Move, move)
You done had your time in first place, bitch, I'm takin' it (Nigga)
Realest in this shit, nigga, I ain't never fakin' it (Come on)
Ayy, I come from servin' blow (Yeah, yeah)
In the kitchen playin' with that shh like it's snow (Frrt)
I was broke, now I need ten for a show (Ten)
Lettin' that money pile up, watch that bag grow (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, alright)
[Chicken P]
Mm, Fendi to the floor (Floor), Fendi on my big toe (Toe)
Mm, young boss, them older niggas call me big bro (What up, big bro?)
Like Eazy E, I'm creepin' down the street in my six-four (Mm, mm)
Twin get to squeezin' on that button (Frrt, frrt), better get low
Yeah, I might take you shoppin', but I ain't payin' for that pussy (I'm not, mm-mm)
I'll fly you out, then we fuckin', don't be playin' with that pussy (Don't be playin' with that pussy)
Wash the sand out that coochie
I'm the dope, man, I sell grams in my Gucci (Yeah, yeah, grams in my Gucci)
We smokin' out the bongs, spent a band on LooseLeafs
But kick shit like Bruce Lee (Lee)
All these bitches in the whip (All these bitches), when we in this bitch, two seats
Boy, this fit, I got on cost me two Ps (Ps)
We in the field with this shit like Juke Breeze
Get your pretty ass on, we pourin' pints up (Fuck on)
Tell 'em pull the foreigns out, put the strikes up (Strikes up)
Don't play crash with me, boy, that shit'll get your life took (For real)
You'll never find another group of niggas like us (Yeah), nah, for real
Last year, I made a half a mil' (Mhm)
I still play it like I'm broke, yeah, I'm grindin' still
I told lil' bro 'nem just be ready when it's time to kill (Ah)
Nigga, I'ma go and get this money, fuck how niggas feel
[SCY Jimm]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, shawty ride this dick like a Harley Davidson (Ayy, ayy)
Four and a kid, get it off, I don't babysit (Move, move)
You done had your time in first place, bitch, I'm takin' it (Nigga)
Realest in this shit, nigga, I ain't never fakin' it (Come on)
Ayy, I come from servin' blow (Yeah, yeah)
In the kitchen playin' with that shh like it's snow (Frrt)
I was broke, now I need ten for a show (Ten)
Lettin' that money pile up, watch that bag grow (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
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