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dead guys - scy jimm lyrics

[intro: wizdawizard]
ayy, yurda gang, murder gang
ayy, yurda gang, murder gang
bah, bah, bah*bah
trust me, cj, what that do, n*gga? trust me

[chorus: scy jimm]
snuck the stick inside the club, i got them scared now (ayy)
i was broke a while ago, but that sh*t dead now (but that sh*t dead)
i’m smokin’ blue dream, but i got red eyes (ayy)
young n*gga sh*t, i keep a pocket (grrlaow, grrlaow) full of dead guys (dead guys)
i got this sh*t up out the dirt, n*gga (ayy, come on)
wanna get down with the gang? you gotta put in work, n*gga (ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah)
glock with a d*ck, but it’s a b*tch, how it twerk, n*gga (yeah)
i drop a bag, lil’ bruh gon’ take you (grrlaow, grrlaow) off this earth, n*gga, yeah (ayy)
[verse 1: scy jimm]
ayy, ruger*5.7 (huh?), i still don’t f*ck with 12 (nah)
ballin’ like lebron (yeah, yeah), but i catch plays like i’m odell (yeah)
they know they f*cked up showing mе how to use that scale (ayy, ayy, come on, man)
it’s gon’ rain bullеts when they let sammy out of jail (grrlaow, grrlaow, grrlaow)
they said i couldn’t, b*tch, i did it (b*tch, i did it)
picture me at the top with h*lla racks and glocks with switches (ayy, ayy)
all these n*ggas hoes, won’t catch me hangin’ ’round no b*tches (hangin’ ’round no b*tches)
you ain’t getting no money, n*gga, keep me out your mention (ayy, ayy, yeah, i did that)
i’m a felon, still’ll bust a n*gga melon (grrlaow, grrlaow), keep that stick with me (yeah)
come buy half a brick, i’ll show you how to make a quick fifty (ayy, to make a quick fifty)
same hoes ain’t want me when i was broke be tryna get with me (ayy, ayy, unh*uh)
knowin’ she be f*ckin’ with the opps, can’t let this b*tch get me (ayy, ayy, ayy, come on, man)

[chorus: scy jimm & wizdawizard]
snuck the stick inside the club, i got them scared now (grrlaow)
i was broke a while ago, but that sh*t dead now (that sh*t dead)
i’m smokin’ blue dream, but i got red eyes
young n*gga sh*t, i keep a pocket (grrlaow, grrlaow) full of dead guys (dead guys)
i got this sh*t up out the dirt, n*gga (ayy, come on)
wanna get down with the gang? you gotta put in work, n*gga (yeah)
glock with a d*ck, but it’s a b*tch, how it twerk, n*gga (grrlaow)
i drop a bag, lil’ bruh gon’ take you off this earth, n*gga, yeah

[verse 2: wizdawizard]
lil’ bro gon’ take you off this earth, n*gga (try it)
fifty with a switch, we put n*ggas on shirts, n*gga (bah, bah)
hit his block, double*m gang, you know we dirt n*ggas (on god)
you ever felt that lead before? yeah, that sh*t hurt, n*gga (trust me)
we screamin’ “yurda” when we sw*ng through (yurda)
ain’t got no pics, you send a diss, you know we comin’ through (bah, bah)
we pull up back to back creeping, letting that chopper loose (come here)
i’m tryna do a n*gga filthy, put ’em on the news (channel 10)
shots rang, that mean another n*gga caught the blues (on god)
we dropped his ass, now it’s blood stains on my shoes (yurda gang)
a n*gga face gone, that double*m gang came through (yurda gang)
a n*gga face gone, that double*m gang came through (bah)
trust me, murder
[chorus: scy jimm]
snuck the stick inside the club, i got them scared now (grrlaow)
i was broke a while ago, but that sh*t dead now (that sh*t dead)
i’m smokin’ blue dream, but i got red eyes
young n*gga sh*t, i keep a pocket (grrlaow, grrlaow) full of dead guys (dead guys)
i got this sh*t up out the dirt, n*gga (ayy, come on)
wanna get down with the gang? you gotta put in work, n*gga (yeah)
glock with a d*ck, but it’s a b*tch, how it twerk, n*gga (grrlaow)
i drop a bag, lil’ bruh gon’ take you off this earth, n*gga

- scy jimm lyrics

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