Ain't Original Lyrics

[intro: SCY Jimm]
(Aye Venzo stay the f*ck out the kitchen)
f*ck a ni**a
Big T2T ni**a
Big SCY shit n**ga
Sack chasin youngin ni**a

[Chorus: SCY Jimm]
She act like she don't want me bet this money make her f*ck
Gotta keep that glizzy in the hood I got it tucked
They tryna figure out how I'm blowing racks and still up
Trying to put my ni**as on what you think I'm chasing m's for
(m's ni**a)
Hunnid racks off of digital (yeah)
Jimm he ain't original (huh)
[?] with me and I'm gone finish him (huh)
All them long nights scrapping pots I still remember them (on gang)
He ain't tryna get no f*cking bag I ain't no friend of him ([?])
[Verse 1: SCY Jimm]
They told me don't rush I'm taking my time with this shit
(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 my riding with a blick (on gang)
She ask me if I love her, yeah I lied to the bitch ( [?] )
Praying lord forgive me for my sins (huh)
I'm standing on all ten
I see you p*ssy through these lens (come on man)
All those times ni**as counted me out I'm thinking about revenge
(the f*ck)
Ni**as caught me slippin once bet they won't do that shit again
(on gang ni**a)
Stuck off in the trap this rap shit got me taking flight (phew phew)
I was trying to get a bag, door swanging all night (yeah)
He claims he a big dawg, but he all bark and no bite (come on man)
I don't see these ni**as I took off they ain't nowhere in sight (gang)
Lil Jimm a bread winner (yeah yeah) I love countin dead ni**as (yeah)
I don't want to conversate you talking to the fed's ni**a
(what the f*ck)
Make some shake while I'm sober don't nee meds ni**a
(I dont need meds ni**a)
Think before you act about lil Jimm they bussin heads ni**a (on gang)

[Chorus: SCY Jimm]
She act like she don't want me bet this money make her f*ck
Gotta keep that glizzy in the hood I got it tucked (glah glah) They tryna figure out how I'm blowing racks and still up
(come on man)
Trying to put my ni**as on what you think I'm chasing m's for
(m's ni**a)
Hunnid racks off of digital (yeah)
Jimm he ain't original (huh)
[?] with me and I'm gone finish him (huh)
All them long nights scrapping pots I still remember them (on gang)
He ain't tryna get no f*cking bag I ain't no friend of him ([?])
[Verse 2: BLP Kosher]
They used to laugh now they want to work I don't remember them
Now they gas it up but they were never genuine
Let them hallows smoke I'm getting bread it's still leavening
SCY I f*ck with Jimm he rock with Benjamin's
Some died and some switched sides so I feel all alone
But imma still wear that dreidel around my collar bone
And I don't wanna step unless it's on cobble stone
They got no motion so pick a part I call it auto zone
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 tie; they're 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 curve I got a kaine like that boy duwap
The rest of them gone cop a deuce I'm about down to two opps
( wadlllt, ay )

[Outro: SCY Jimm]
She act like she don't want me bet this money make her f*ck
Gotta keep that glizzy in the hood I got it tucked (glah glah)
They tryna figure out how I'm blowing racks and still up
(come on man)
Trying to put my ni**as on what you think I'm chasing m's for
(m's ni**a)
Hunnid racks off of digital (yeah)
Jimm he ain't original (huh)
[?] with me and I'm gone finish him (huh)
All them long nights scrapping pots I still remember them (on gang)
He ain't tryna get no f*cking bag I ain't no friend of him ([?])

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