SCY Jimm - Action lyrics
[SCY Jimm - Action lyrics]
Ayy, all you fuck niggas get out the way
(That boy ain't on that, he really be acting)
(Can't wait 'til I catch one
Of you fuck niggas
Lacking) You already know what time it is
You already know how I'm coming big SCY shit
Think it's a movie, we bringing that action
Stick get to splitting these
Niggas like fractions ayy, yah, ayy, gang
Think it's a movie, we bringing that action
I'm packing the Glock right
Inside of my jacket
That boy ain't on that, he really be acting
Can't wait 'til I catch one
Of you fuck niggas lacking
I'm getting money, no time for relaxing
I hit a bitch from the O with an accent
Fire on my waistline, this ain't for fashion
Stick get to splitting these
Niggas like fractions
Can't tell me shit, bitch, don't say a word
You wadn't standing with us on that curb
Straight gang shit, bitch
Fuck what you heard
All of these guns, it look like we purge
No, we don't dance, but you can get served
My bud spent a rack
Got his check on the third
Check out my stats, I'm the shit, no turd
Hit from the back, I'ma fuck up her words
Beat a nigga ass 'fore I go grab a stick
'Fore I chase a ho, I'ma go chase a lick
This past month, I done whew 'bout a brick
Yeen my dawg if we beef 'bout a bitch
Don't go to singing when them crackers blitz
Just do your time, you ain't gotta snitch
Don't care where I go
We still with the shit's
Ain't tucking my chain 'cause I'm not a lick
(Swear to God)
Think it's a movie, we bringing that action
I'm packing the Glock right
Inside of my jacket
That boy ain't on that, he really be acting
Can't wait 'til I catch one
Of you fuck niggas lacking
I'm getting money, no time for relaxing
I hit a bitch from the O with an accent
Fire on my waistline, this ain't for fashion
Stick get to splitting these
Niggas like fractions
Ran it up, I just want a fast car, Melo
(Anthony, yeah)
I know it won't be too long (Huh?)
Say something
Your ass gon' get shot like Jell-O
(Glaow, glaow, huh?) , lil' boy
Don't even move wrong (yeah)
Still here with the same exact niggas
I started with, nah, I'm lying
It's a few gone
Hit the bitch from the back with no shoes on
I know niggas who don't even use phones
I been running this shit up
For days, I don't surf
Shawty still tryna hop on my wave (Ugh, ugh)
I admit, I've been stuck in my ways
Run it up, buy a house
Fill that bitch up with 'K's
I'm 'bout my chips, no Lay's, all
These racks off a phone, bitch
I been getting paid
For this shit, I was made, cut a nigga
We give him a fade (Damn, bitch)
Think it's a movie, we bringing that action
I'm packing the Glock right
Inside of my jacket
That boy ain't on that, he really be acting
Can't wait 'til I catch one
Of you fuck niggas lacking
I'm getting money, no time for relaxing
I hit a bitch from the O with an accent
Fire on my waistline, this ain't for fashion
Stick get to splitting these
Niggas like fractions