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ballin - scy jimm lyrics

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[intro]
([?], ya dig?)
know i’m sayin’? big scy sh*t
i’ma get rich, put my n*ggas on, now we all ballin’
(yo, yo, this beat actually really hard)
n*gga can’t f*ck with us, ya know what i’m sayin’?
i be rappin’, but that don’t mean a n*gga can’t get dog walked
grrloww

[chorus]
told the fiends it wasn’t no more drugs, but they still callin’ (but they still callin’)
i’ma get rich, put my n*ggas on, now we all ballin’ (ayy, now we all eatin’)
i be coolin’, if it’s ever smoke, know it’s y’all fault (know it’s y’all fault)
i be rappin’, but that don’t mean a n*gga can’t get dog walked (gloww, gloww)
i ain’t ask for this gangster sh*t, it just fell on me (it just fell on me)
in the trenches with a big glock and a scale on me (and a scale on me)
i can’t beef with snitch n*ggas, i’m scared they might tell on me
that jit slidin’ in a coupe and hе got that “yeah” on him
[verse]
what the f*ck i got a n*gga ’round for if he ain’t usеful? (ayy, ayy)
where they was when it got crucial? i been focused on my future (i been focused on my future)
she be on the ‘gram with them racks like she more or some’
bruh itchin’ for a body, it look like he got to pee or some’ (on god)
i was lost inside my head, then the game came and found me (game came and found me)
crackers told me i wouldn’t be sh*t when i was in that f*ckin’ county (f*ck 12)
i remember i was outchea broke, everybody used to clown me (everybody used to clown me)
the da know what me and k3’ll do, they don’t even much want him ’round me (huh)
ayy, talkin’ out your neck, you gon’ make me hit the k!ll switch (gloww, gloww)
n*ggas always rappin’ ’bout them bodies, but ain’t k!lled sh*t (ayy, but they ain’t k!lled sh*t)
i just popped a perc’, sipped some lean, i don’t feel sh*t (ugh, on god)
big dog, i don’t like you n*ggas, not even a lil’ bit (on gang)

[chorus]
told the fiends it wasn’t no more drugs, but they still callin’ (but they still callin’)
i’ma get rich, put my n*ggas on, now we all ballin’ (ayy, now we all eatin’)
i be coolin’, if it’s ever smoke, know it’s y’all fault (know it’s y’all fault)
i be rappin’, but that don’t mean a n*gga can’t get dog walked (gloww, gloww)
i ain’t ask for this gangster sh*t, it just fell on me (it just fell on me)
in the trenches with a big glock and a scale on me (and a scale on me)
i can’t beef with snitch n*ggas, i’m scared they might tell on me
that jit slidin’ in a coupe and he got that “yeah” on him

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