taste it - scy jimm lyrics
[chorus]
ayy, that money comin’, i can taste it, n*gga (ayy)
them young n*ggas havin’ motion, you gotta face it, n*gga (ayy, you gotta face it)
i’m rockin’ balenci’s, i remember rockin’ asics, n*gga (ayy, ayy, on gang)
i’m outchea still trappin’ (ayy), b*tch, i need my bracelet bigger (hoo)
i heard he still rappin’ (ayy), brodie go and face the n*gga (gloww, gloww, gloww)
[verse 1]
he gon’ stop dissin’ (hoo)
red beam on the arp (hoo), i am not missin’ (gang)
he want smoke, pull up to his street (gloww), i am not dissin’ (hoo, skrrt)
high as f*ck, i be on codeine, i can’t stop p*ssin’ (ayy, ayy, ayy)
i’m a yes*man, i can’t say no to the drugs
i love to get that sh*t off, i can’t say no to the plug
glock out while i’m performing, how he get that in the club? (how the f*ck?)
these days, you either scammin’, slangin’ dopе or pushin’ bud
ayy, my name ain’t even jruе, i ain’t get sh*t a lot of holidays (ayy, ayy, ayy)
my mama know i’m trappin’, n*gga, f*ck a couple dollar raise (f*ck it)
sometimes, i feel like rap, i’m goin’ back to my robbin’ ways
i can get a n*gga whacked, couple racks is all it take
bro nem outchea shootin’ sh*t, got the block hot today
in*person, these n*ggas p*ssy, on the net, they got a lot to say
know these n*ggas police, that’s why i be stayin’ out the way
these ain’t headphones, chopper make a beat like dr. dre
[chorus]
ayy, that money comin’, i can taste it, n*gga (gloww, boww)
them young n*ggas havin’ motion, you gotta face it, n*gga (on god)
i’m rockin’ balenci’s, i remember rockin’ asics, n*gga (ayy, ayy)
i’m outchea still trappin’, b*tch, i need my bracelet bigger (on gang)
i heard he still rappin’, brodie go and face the n*gga (gloww)
[verse 2]
these n*ggas 12, aaron rodgers (what?)
how the f*ck i keep dodgin’ bullets i ain’t in no charger? (how the f*ck?)
these n*ggas fake, they imposters (on gang)
t2t, the biggest, real street n*ggas on my roster (whoo, ayy)
i was searchin’ for love and then i found a glock (then i found a glock)
i was lookin’ for drank, but ran into some wock’ (into some, ayy)
they think i’m with the migos, got the streets on lock (got the streets on f*ckin’ lock)
you need that shh, you know i got it, eighty*five a pop (on gang), ayy
i ain’t never been a rat, don’t condone me in that sh*t
free my n*ggas in that cell, know it get lonely in that b*tch
got a n*gga b*tch drippin’, put her on me, and that’s it
ask the city ’bout lil’ jimm, boy, i was known to take that risk
take a n*gga b*tch and sl*t her out (ayy, ayy), i won’t never love a thot
shawty call me disrespect every time i cuss her out
let a n*gga run up wrong, show you what this cutta ’bout (whoo, gloww, ayy)
12 pulled up to the trap, i’m way at the other spot
[chorus]
ayy, that money comin’, i can taste it, n*gga (on gang)
them young n*ggas havin’ motion, you gotta face it, n*gga (gotta face it)
i’m rockin’ balenci’s, i remember rockin’ asics, n*gga (on gang)
i’m outchea still trappin’, b*tch, i need my bracelet bigger (hoo)
i heard he still rappin’, brodie go and face the n*gga (gloww)
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