[Intro: SCY Jimm]
(Haha, PBell)
(Ayo, Clipzy, this shit raw as hell)
Not my cup of tea, bitch
Not my cup of tea (Fuck a n***a)
[Chorus: SCY Jimm]
Real money gettin' n***a, 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, fuck them crackers (Fuck '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***a)
Bitch, I ball like SGA, I shoulda played for OKC (Shoulda played for OKC)
N***a wanna get a bag, then I advise he fuck with mе (I advise he fuck with me)
I can't fuck a brokе bitch, that is not my cup of tea (On gang)
I be fiendin' for a bag, lil' bro fiendin' for a kill (Lil' bro fiendin' for a kill)
I be gone off weed and drink, I don't pop no fuckin' pills (I don't pop no fuckin' pills)
But I might just pop a seal (Yeah), I got a bad bitch at the crib (I got a bad bitch at the house)
Woke up and made some cheese before I ate, that's just how I live (On gang)
I came up, these pussy n***as mad like I give a damn (Like I give a fuck)
I might get sent to a level seven, all these fuckin' grams (Fuck)
I don't know your bitch, don't call me twin, bitch, don't call me fam' (Bitch, don't call me twin)
They say I'm the GOAT, how the fuck I end up in a Lamb'? (Huh?)
[Chorus: SCY Jimm]
Real money gettin' n***a, 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, fuck them crackers (Fuck '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 (Bitch), 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***as all hoes, I know they broke, might fuck they ho to make them madder (Ha)
Take the SRT over AMG because them bitches 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 bitch and let it piss just like it got a bladder (Bah, bah, bah)
I just got some Percs in, where the hell Joc at? (The fuck?)
For the four he gave me ten, shit, 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***as, put your money where your mouth at
Yeah, n***a (Spooky-ass), bitch, we gettin' off (We gettin' off)
We got pills, weed, lean, n***a, hard or soft (Hard or soft)
Hmm, I ain't stuntin' none of these bitch ass n***as, they talk to
Piss me off (Pussy, bitch, bitch)
We pull up and we draw down, hop out them cars and knock shit off (Bitch)
[Chorus: SCY Jimm]
Real money gettin' n***a, 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, fuck them crackers (Fuck '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)