L.O.E. Shimmy - Jay-Z (feat. BLP Kosher) lyrics

Uh, these niggas hate because I'm shinin' and I'm still bright
I'm off a lot of drugs only 'cause it feel right
My double cup is muddy, let's go pop a seal tonight, uh, uh
Hi, bye, she can feel it
Time fly, don't wanna hear it
Who that bouncin'? Like, that boy got a switchy on his Kel-Tec
How you drop a bag on top his head, no one got killed yet? (Uh, uh)

These diamond dancin' on my wrist, I turn the lights off
I tell lil' Ffawty get this bitch because I might toss
In my trap house, baggin' cocaine up behind these white walls
I'm on too much drugs, I can't resist, baby, I might call you (Baby, I might call you)
Baby, I might call
Everything about you, even your lies, even your eyes
I done went from nothin' to somethin', I feel so alive
Once I dive inside, she start runnin', I'm hearin' her cry
Heard that boy want war with a Zombie, see fear in his eye
She wanna fuck inside of this club, she keep starin' me down
Damn, these streets, they left me so broken, keep tearin' me down, oh-oh

Shimmy, shimmy yeah, shimmy ye like he ODB


And all the opps be gettin' low, but they ain't L.O.E
Come outside and get your vitamins, no Sunny D
Yeah, me and bro two different blocks, but we from Pine Tree
I might buck the Jack the Beanstalk, he popped a lima bean
I might go pop out to Boca Park, it's like a time machine
Tell them jits to catch up, good luck tryna rhyme with me
Spin like DJ Mustard, no Dijon, different kind of seed
Gave you the shirt right off my back, but you ain't get the rebound
Now I got Marni on my back like I'm from Halloween Town
Now I walk into Mr. Chow's and they tell me, "Ni Hao"
They used to have a tone and try to fuck, you talk to me now
Psycho 'round the block, I hit the curve like a velodrome
I rock with Shimmy, they ain't know my middle name Shimon
I might cop a crib in Austin, not to be my home
My pockets plump, I'm touchin' cheese, gettin' mascarpone
Water, yeah, mascarpone (Yeah, yeah)
Them boys fed up gettin' feta (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Yeah, ayy, and I was ridin' with a Beretta
"Hey, Alexa, play some Shimmy," now it's time to get this check up (Back to track, water)

Uh, these niggas hate because I'm shinin' and I'm still bright
I'm off a lot of drugs only 'cause it feel right
My double cup is muddy, let's go pop a seal tonight, uh, uh
Hi, bye, she can feel it
Time fly, don't wanna hear it
Who that bouncin'? Like, that boy got a switchy on his Kel-Tec
How you drop a bag on top his head, no one got killed yet?