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scy jimm - ride for shit lyrics

[intro]
(baby, give me some cash)
uh, ayy, yeah
big scy sh+t, n+gga, t2t, trained to trap (you aren’t even a cool breeze for my man taz)
all that, all that, all that

[chorus]
sack chasin’, i’m dyin’ behind this sh+t (behind this)
these n+ggas be b+tches (yeah), wanna go and join the gang to hide behind they clique (come on, man)
i’m steppin’ hard, i’m f+ckin’ up my kicks (mm, mm)
got tired of bein’ broke, went and hopped up on that stove and f+ckin’ up my wrist (woo)
they hatin’ on me, but i’m fine with it (i’m fine with it)
chopstick, you know i’m ridin’ with it (yeah)
this money, know i’m dyin’ with it (on gang)
n+ggas say they real, but then they fold, these n+ggas don’t ride for sh+t (thе f+ck?)
i’m chasin’ m’s, tell me what you chasin’ besidеs that b+tch? (come on, man)

[verse]
i won’t let a n+gga ho me, say i’m p+ssy? n+gga, show me (n+gga, show me)
lil’ boy typin’ on the ‘net, f+ck n+gga, stay off that adobe (get off that, n+gga)
i ain’t linkin’ with no rats, these n+ggas 12, n+gga police (these n+ggas 12)
these crackers keep on tryna stop my motion, but i proceed (f+ck ’em)
they say i’m the one, uno
puffin’ on this gas got me on mars, i still ain’t met bruno
n+ggas steady wonderin’ how we did it, they ain’t got a clue, though
slidin’ on the isle, i’m switchin’ lanes, listenin’ to pluto
yeah (uh), ayy
grinded hard on purpose, n+gga (yeah), i got rich on accident (i got rich on accident)
fell in love with cheese, ’bout that money, i get passionate (come on, man)
one day in my position, man, you n+ggas couldn’t last in it (on gang)
30k in my denims, hope a n+gga don’t think i’m wrestlin’ (yeah)
a lot of these n+ggas gon’ die broke ’cause they ain’t got no hustle (they ain’t got no hustle)
this sh+t ain’t luck, everything i got come from off the muscle (on gang)
n+gga run up wrong and i’m gon’ bust, i ain’t no f+ckin’ buster (grraow, grraow)
you ain’t never outta reach, boy, it ain’t sh+t to touch you (n+gga)
[chorus]
sack chasin’, i’m dyin’ behind this sh+t (behind this)
these n+ggas be b+tches (yeah), wanna go and join the gang to hide behind they clique (come on, man)
i’m steppin’ hard, i’m f+ckin’ up my kicks (mm, mm)
got tired of bein’ broke, went and hopped up on that stove and f+ckin’ up my wrist (woo)
they hatin’ on me, but i’m fine with it (i’m fine with it)
chopstick, you know i’m ridin’ with it (yeah)
this money, know i’m dyin’ with it (on gang)
n+ggas say they real, but then they fold, these n+ggas don’t ride for sh+t (the f+ck?)
i’m chasin’ m’s, tell me what you chasin’ besides that b+tch? (come on, man)

- scy jimm lyrics

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