SCY Jimm, 4K LP, 4K Bill - Law & Order lyrics

Gang, woo (Gang shit) ha, ha (Ayy)
Hoo, hoo (Woo-woo) , ayy
Yeah, fuck (Gang shit, nigga) , ooh-woo

I'm a cold-ass nigga and
They seein' a blizzard
You niggas want a bag, but don't wanna work
You act like Squidward (I'm Mr krabs)
Your bitch an acrobat, ya get the gang
And we gon' flip her (Tuck and roll)
No matter what Pat on, I'm right
Behind him, always with him, ayy
(One step behind him) too much designer on
I wonder what I'ma put on today
(My closet a fortress) and I'm American
So I'm ridin' with this Russian 'K
(God damn) i'm 38 hot
But I'm ridin' with this baby Drac'
(Bah, bah) and she make it clap
I slide through like I was wearin' skates

Ayy, she think shit sweet
But I'm gon' leave soon as she fall for me
(Soon as she call)
Ayy, I'm 'bout my cash, it ain't 'bout money
Don't even call for me
(Ayy, don't even much call my phone, nigga)
Ayy, she took a Perc', it was only half
But she want all of me
(Ayy, she want all of mе)
Ayy, these niggas pie, I'll
Lеt my dawgs slide, give 'em all a piece
(Ayy, glaow, glaow)
Ayy, yeah, Gemini shit, she want a Pisces
(Ayy, she want a what?)
I'ma get that coupe and drive that bitch
Like I ain't got a license
(Ayy, skrrt, drive, yeah, skrrt)
Ayy, my sex, she like it, whenever I fuck
Her face be priceless (Ugh-ugh, ugh-ugh)
(Ooh-woo) ran it up, lately, we
Ain't been checkin' prices, ayy (O oh)

Lately, we ain't been checkin' tags (Tags)
I'm killin' 'bout Jimm, don't need the mask
Don't beef online, gon' make 'em last (Last)
You fronted on me, can't take it back (Back)
Bro on D-line, gon' take his sack (D-line)
Might slide through Gotham, I feel like a bat
(Batman)
These niggas my sons, I feel like Nash
Finna give it to bro even though
I don't feel like passin'

Bro on the corner catchin' plays
Darrelle Revis (Play that shit in the house)
Eyes in the back of my head
I feel like they be schemin' (Four eyes)
I keep my bug spray 'cause
I'm watchin' out for leaches (Bugs)
Bitch on the 'Gram say, "She a dumb
Dog, " that head was decent, ayy

FN on my hip, it's a Five-seveN
I don't fuck with 12 (Ayy, yeah)
Nigga tryna rob, I'ma drop his ass
Pull up a chair in Hell
(Glaow, ayy, glaow, ayy)
Still free my niggas 'til it's backwards
Let 'em out of jail
(Ayy, free my brother, ooh-woo)
They know I'm strapped, I keep a 'K around
I ain't tryna take a L
(I'm goin' back in, I'm goin' back in)

I see her pussy's wetter, Michael Phelps
Kill that shit like Michael Myers
I can't fix a bitch, I'm not
Plies, got shot by me? Boy, that was not I's
(O oh)
The way my watch buzz, I don't gots time
(Ooh-woo)
Good thing 'bout it, but that ho is not mine
(O oh)

Not mine, that ho is not mine, but I do okay
Alright, ayy, I had to, eh, yeah
Ayy, for real, ayy, free them members, man
Most def'