lirik lagu scy jimm – ja morant (wit me)
[intro]
mm~mmm
(know i’m sayin’?) mm~mmm (big scy sh~t), mm~mmm
(know i’m trained to trap, n~gga)
mm~mmm (f~ck a n~gga), mm~mmm, mm~mmm
[chorus]
i be dolo, but i feel better when i got all my n~ggas with me (ayy, all my n~ggas with me)
ridin’ ’round, we the ones (grr) who really outchea gettin’ busy (ayy, we the ones that’s gettin’ busy, n~gga)
it’ll probably be 2080 when i stop clutchin’ on this glizzy (ayy, gloww~gloww~gloww)
i get high like ja morant, b~tch, but i don’t play for the grizzlies (ayy, i don’t play, ayy, ayy)
[verse 1]
ayy, i be servin’ dope fiends (huh)
lil’ bruh been itchin’ (hoo), he been clutchin’ on his fire for no reason (ayy, glah)
i got a habit of drinkin’ dussé (hoo) when i ain’t got no lean (on gang)
my p.o. know i’m finna fail this test, i’m p~ssin’ codeine (f~ck)
these 5.56’s gon’ rip through his vest (grrlaow, grrlaow, ayy, ayy)
if i want it, just know i’ma cop it (gang)
opp n~ggas know we havin’ motion, they wish they could stop it (gang)
and the way i talk on thеse beats, they think i’m a profit (a profit)
shе knew the lyrics to my song before i even dropped it (how the f~ck?)
let’s sip some drank, hope i don’t overdose on wock’ (overdose on wock’)
it’s gon’ take a couple mill’ to get me off that block (ayy, to get me off that block)
and if i ain’t got nothin’ else, everybody know i got my glock (ayy, they know i got my glock, n~gga)
he sendin’ shots all on the ‘gram (glah, phew), but he know it’s up when i get that drop
know i’ma ball when i get that rock
[chorus]
i be dolo, but i feel better when i got all my n~ggas with me (when i got all my n~ggas with me)
mmm~mmm~mmm
ridin’ ’round, we the ones who really outchea gettin’ busy (skrrt, we the ones that’s gettin’ busy, n~gga)
mmm, mmm~mmm~mmm
it’ll probably be 2080 when i stop clutchin’ on this glizzy (when i stop clutchin’ on that)
mmm, mmm~mmm~mmm
i get high like ja morant, b~tch, but i don’t play for the grizzlies (i don’t play, ayy, ayy)
mmm, mmm~mmm~mmm
[verse 2]
ayy, i’m seein’ red, but i’m still on the go (ayy, on the go)
stripper b~tch feelin’ on me (hoo), i d~cked her down soon as we left the show (ugh~ugh, ayy~ayy)
she know i like freaks, hit her from the back, i made her touch her toes
now we gettin’ nasty, i’m finna put this d~ck in every hole (come here)
i ain’t with that bullsh~t, quick to shoot a n~gga like derrick rose (yessir, gloww~boww)
yeah, gangers with me (yessir), n~ggas talk, but they broke as f~ck, probably can’t change a fifty (ayy, ayy, nah)
if he ain’t a convicted felon, then he probably ain’t hangin’ with me
i’m runnin’ it up, you n~ggas runnin’ in places, still in the same position
ayy, i got crack for sale (yeah)
f~ck 12, i swear to god, i won’t go back to jail (f~ck ’em, f~ck ’em)
ayy, iphone gang, but i’m still trappin’ off that alcatel (yeah)
ayy, ain’t linkin’ with rappers, these n~ggas p~ssies as far as i can tell (yeah)
lil’ shawty drop that top, it feel like heaven, but she bad as h~ll
[chorus]
i be dolo, but i feel better when i got all my n~ggas with me (when i got all my n~ggas with me)
ridin’ ’round, we the ones who really outchea gettin’ busy (ayy, we the ones that’s gettin’)
it’ll probably be 2080 when i stop clutchin’ on this glizzy (ayy, when i stop clutchin’ on that fire for real, n~gga)
i get high like ja morant, b~tch, but i don’t play for the grizzlies
i be dolo, but i feel better when i got all my n~ggas with me (when i got all my n~ggas with me)
ridin’ ’round, we the ones who really outchea gettin’ busy (ayy, we the ones that’s gettin’)
it’ll probably be 2080 when i stop clutchin’ on this glizzy (ayy, when i stop clutchin’ on that fire for real, n~gga)
i get high like ja morant, b~tch, but i don’t play for the grizzlies
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