
lirik lagu scy jimm & jdot breezy - over active
[intro: scy jimm]
(haha, pbell)
(ayo, clipzy, this sh~t raw as h~ll)
not my cup of tea, b~tch
not my cup of tea (f~ck a n~gga)
[chorus: scy jimm]
real money gettin’ n~gga, i ain’t gon’ act like i’m no smacker (ain’t gon’ act like i’m no smacker)
but i’m known for cookin’ dope, in that pot, i’m overactive (in that trap, i’m overactive)
free my brothers, f~ck them crackers (f~ck ’em), i’m a trapper turned rapper (yeah, yeah)
shawty ask me where i’m at, i’m gettin’ green, bae, like the packers (on gang)
[verse 1: scy jimm]
i get gs like est, stack this ‘cho and keep it p (n~gga)
b~tch, i ball like sga, i shoulda played for okc (shoulda played for okc)
n~gga wanna get a bag, then i advise he f~ck with mе (i advise he f~ck with me)
i can’t f~ck a brokе b~tch, that is not my cup of tea (on gang)
i be fiendin’ for a bag, lil’ bro fiendin’ for a k!ll (lil’ bro fiendin’ for a k!ll)
i be gone off weed and drink, i don’t pop no f~ckin’ pills (i don’t pop no f~ckin’ pills)
but i might just pop a seal (yeah), i got a bad b~tch at the crib (i got a bad b~tch at the house)
woke up and made some cheese before i ate, that’s just how i live (on gang)
i came up, these p~ssy n~ggas mad like i give a d~mn (like i give a f~ck)
i might get sent to a level seven, all these f~ckin’ grams (f~ck)
i don’t know your b~tch, don’t call me twin, b~tch, don’t call me fam’ (b~tch, don’t call me twin)
they say i’m the goat, how the f~ck i end up in a lamb’? (huh?)
[chorus: scy jimm]
real money gettin’ n~gga, i ain’t gon’ act like i’m no smacker (ain’t gon’ act like i’m no smacker)
but i’m known for cookin’ dope, in that pot, i’m overactive (in that trap, i’m overactive)
free my brothers, f~ck them crackers (f~ck ’em), i’m a trapper turned rapper (yeah, yeah)
shawty ask me where i’m at, i’m gettin’ green, bae, like the packers (on gang)
[verse 2: jdot breezy]
you know i’m a money stacker (b~tch), no hat, i’m not a capper (nah)
i used to drill and trap with bro before i was a rapper (before i was a rapper)
my pockets filled with rolls, look at these hoes, i know they massive (ps)
these n~ggas all hoes, i know they broke, might f~ck they ho to make them madder (ha)
take the srt over amg because them b~tches faster (vroom)
bro take pyrex over a nine~to~five, a job ain’t ever matter (nah)
i got fifty inside this 9 of mine, you run up, i’m gon’ clap you (fifty)
i up this b~tch and let it p~ss just like it got a bladder (bah, bah, bah)
i just got some percs in, where the h~ll joc at? (the f~ck?)
for the four he gave me ten, sh~t, i had to cop that (yeah)
junkies beat the door in, i can’t leave the trap yet (nah)
ain’t got no rap for n~ggas, put your money where your mouth at
yeah, n~gga (spooky~ass), b~tch, we gettin’ off (we gettin’ off)
we got pills, weed, lean, n~gga, hard or soft (hard or soft)
hmm, i ain’t stuntin’ none of these b~tch ass n~ggas, they talk to
p~ss me off (p~ssy, b~tch, b~tch)
we pull up and we draw down, hop out them cars and knock sh~t off (b~tch)
[chorus: scy jimm]
real money gettin’ n~gga, i ain’t gon’ act like i’m no smacker (ain’t gon’ act like i’m no smacker)
but i’m known for cookin’ dope, in that pot, i’m overactive (in that trap, i’m overactive)
free my brothers, f~ck them crackers (f~ck ’em), i’m a trapper turned rapper (yeah, yeah)
shawty ask me where i’m at, i’m gettin’ green, bae, like the packers (on gang)
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