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scy jimm - action lyrics

[intro]
ayy, ayy
(that boy ain’t on that, he really be actin’)
ayy, all you f+ck n+ggas get out the way
(can’t wait ’til i catch one of you f+ck n+ggas lackin’)
you already know what time it is, you already know how i’m comin’
big scy sh+t
think it’s a movie, we bringin’ that action
stick get to splittin’ these n+ggas like fractions
ayy (yeah), big dog sh+t, you already know (ayy, ayy)
[chorus]
think it’s a movie, we bringin’ that action
i’m packin’ a glock right inside of my jacket
that boy ain’t on that, he really be actin’
can’t wait ’til i catch one of you f+ck n+ggas lackin’
i’m gettin’ money, no time for relaxin’
i hit a b+tch from the o with an accent
fire on my waistline, this ain’t for fashion
stick get to splittin’ these n+ggas like fractions

[verse 1]
can’t tell me sh+t, b+tch, don’t say a word
you wouldn’t standin’ with us on that curb (on that curb)
straight gang sh+t, b+tch, f+ck what you heard (f+ck what you heard, b+tch)
all of these guns, it look like we purge (look like we, huh)
no, we don’t dance, but you can get served (you can get served)
my bud spent a rack, got his check on the third (check on the third)
check out my stats, i’m the sh+t, no t+rd (check out my stats)
hit from the back, i’ma f+ck up her words (ayy, i’ma f+ck up her)
beat a n+gga ass ‘fore i go grab a stick
‘fore i go chase a ho, i’ma go chase a l!ck (go chase a l!ck)
this past month, i done—whew—’bout a brick (’bout a brick)
yeen’ my dog if we beef ’bout a b+tch (’bout a b+tch)
don’t go to singin’ when them crackers blitz
just do your time, you ain’t got to snitch
don’t care where i go, we still with the sh+ts (still with the sh+ts)
ain’t tuckin’ my chain ’cause i’m not a l!ck (swear to god)
[chorus]
think it’s a movie, we bringin’ that action
i’m packin’ a glock right inside of my jacket
that boy ain’t on that, he really be actin’
can’t wait ’til i catch one of you f+ck n+ggas lackin’
i’m gettin’ money, no time for relaxin’
i hit a b+tch from the o with an accent
fire on my waistline, this ain’t for fashion
stick get to splittin’ these n+ggas like fractions

[verse 2]
ran it up, i just want a fast car, melo (anthony, yeah)
i know it won’t be too long (huh)
say somethin’, your ass gon’ get shot like jell+o (gloww+gloww, huh)
lil’ boy, don’t even move wrong (yeah)
still here with the same exact n+ggas i started with
nah, i’m lyin’, it’s a few gone (it’s a few gone)
hit the b+tch from the back with no shoes on (no shoes on)
i know n+ggas who don’t even use phones (huh)
i been runnin’ this sh+t up for days (for days)
i don’t surf, shawty still tryna hop on my wave (ugh, ugh)
i’ll admit, i’ve been stuck in my ways (in my ways)
run it up, buy a house, fill that b+tch up with ‘k’s (‘k’s)
i’m ’bout my chips, no lay’s (no lay’s)
all these racks off a phone, b+tch, i been gettin’ paid (b+tch, i been gettin’ paid)
for this sh+t, i was made (i was made)
cut a n+gga, we give him a fade (a fade)
(d+mn, b+tch)
[chorus]
think it’s a movie, we bringin’ that action
i’m packin’ a glock right inside of my jacket
that boy ain’t on that, he really be actin’
can’t wait ’til i catch one of you f+ck n+ggas lackin’
i’m gettin’ money, no time for relaxin’
i hit a b+tch from the o with an accent
fire on my waistline, this ain’t for fashion
stick get to splittin’ these n+ggas like fractions

- scy jimm lyrics

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