[Intro: SCY Jimm]
(Ayy, Venzo, stay the fuck out the kitchen)
Fuck a n***a
Big T2T, n***a
Big SCY shit, n***a
Sack Chasin' Youngin, n***a
(Turn me up, Dom)

[Chorus: SCY Jimm]
She act like she don't want me, bet this money make her fuck (Money make her fuck)
Gotta keep that glizzy, in the hood, I got it tucked (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
They tryna figure out how I'm blowing racks and still up (Come on, man)
Tryna put my n***as on, what you think I'm chasing M's for? (M's, n***a)
Hundred racks off of digital (Yeah)
Jimm, he ain't original (Huh? Huh? Huh?)
Start with me and I'm gone finish him
All them long nights scrapin' pots, I still remember them (On gang, n***a)
He ain't tryna get no fuckin' bag, I ain't no friend of him (The fuck?)

[Verse 1: SCY Jimm]
They told me, "Don't rush," I'm takin' my time with this shit (Takin' my 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 me ridin' with the blick (On gang)
She asked me, do I love her? Yeah, I lied to the bitch, come on (The fuck?)
Praying, Lord, forgive me for my sins (Huh?)
I'm standin' on all ten
I see you pussies through these lens (Come on, man)
All the times them n***as counted me out, I'm thinkin' 'bout revenge (The fuck?)
N***a caught me slippin' once, bet they won't do that shit again (On gang, n***a)
Stuck off in the trap, this rap shit got me takin' flight (Phew, phew)
I was tryna get a bag, door swingin' all night (Yeah)
He claim he big dog, but he all bark, no bite (Come on, man)
I don't see these n***as, I took off, they ain't nowhere in sight (Gang)
Lil' Jimm a breadwinner, I love countin' dead n***as (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I don't wanna conversate, you talkin' to the feds, n***a (What the fuck?)
Make somethin' shake while I'm sober, I don't need meds, n***a (I don't need meds, n***a)
Think before you act, 'bout lil Jimm, they bustin' heads, n***a (On gang)
[Chorus: SCY Jimm]
She act like she don't want me, bet this money make her fuck (Money make her fuck)
Gotta keep that glizzy, in the hood, I got it tucked (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
They tryna figure out how I'm blowing racks and still up (Come on, man)
Tryna put my n***as on, what you think I'm chasing M's for? (M's, n***a)
Hundred racks off of digital (Yeah)
Jimm, he ain't original (Huh? Huh? Huh?)
Start with me and I'm gone finish him
All them long nights scrapin' pots, I still remember them (On gang, n***a)
He ain't tryna get no fuckin' bag, I ain't no friend of him (The fuck?)

[Verse 2: BLP Kosher]
They used to laugh, now they wanna work, I don't remember them
Now they gas it up, but they were never genuine
Let them hollows smoke, I'm gettin' bread, it's still leavening
SCY, I fuck with Jimm, he rock with Benjamin
Some died and some switched sides, so I feel all alone
But I'ma still wear that dreidel 'round my collar bone
And I don't wanna step unless it's on cobblestone
They got no motion, so pick a part, I call it AutoZone
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 tide, they 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 curved, I got a cane like that boy Duwap
The rest of them gon' cop a deuce, I'm 'bout down to two opps
Water
[Chorus: SCY Jimm]
She act like she don't want me, bet this money make her fuck (Money make her fuck)
Gotta keep that glizzy, in the hood, I got it tucked (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
They tryna figure out how I'm blowing racks and still up (Come on, man)
Tryna put my n***as on, what you think I'm chasing M's for? (M's, n***a)
Hundred racks off of digital (Yeah)
Jimm, he ain't original (Huh? Huh? Huh?)
Start with me and I'm gone finish him
All them long nights scrapin' pots, I still remember them (On gang, n***a)
He ain't tryna get no fuckin' bag, I ain't no friend of him (The fuck?)