SCY Jimm - My Son lyrics
[SCY Jimm - My Son lyrics]
Ayy ayy (Ayy, yo, Ran, turn that up) , ayy
Ayy, big SCY shit, nigga, yeah
Finna fuck 'em up with this one
(Gang shit, big dog shit)
Ayy, watch this, look
Free my brother
Crackers got him for a robbery (Ayy)
I been running up that sack
I know they proud of me
Just hit the plug three different times
I know he tired of me
(Ayy, come back, come back, come back
Come back) this shit hit different when you
Coming out of poverty (Ayy, yeah, yeah)
Y'all was on the swings, I was on the run
Yeah (On the run)
Y'all was toting pencils, we was toting guns
(We was toting, bah)
If you ain't gang, you can't hang
It ain't no one-on-one
(It ain't no one-on-one)
Jit wanna be everything I am
He something like my son, yeah
(Swear to God)
Hit your block, we thirty deep
Stay to myself
Can't trust these niggas 'cause they creeps
They gon' fuck up when that
Young nigga on his feet
(Ayy, ooh, ayy, ooh, yeah)
Glock 23 some' like LeBron
(Ayy, glah) , we bring that heat
Tried to wake 'em up 'cause they was sleep
(yeah) i'm smoking Russian Cream
(Gas) , I ain't never been to Russia
They say, "Jimm, you got it bad
" I ain't never met no Usher (Unh uh)
Tell your baby daddy come work for us
He ain't got no hustle
I been getting bucks, tell them
"Ketchup, " yellow tape, the scene mustard
No, we don't fuck with trolls
(No) , bro on time, no, he ain't
Slime, he'll wipe a nigga nose (Glaow
Glaow) i done fucked up, she done lucked up
Putting dick in her soul
(Ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah)
Stick got a handle, treat it like a candle
All I gotta do is blow (Glaow, baow)
Green light, we on the go
(yeah) , dice life, I'm on the roll
Free my brother
Crackers got him for a robbery (Ayy)
I been running up that sack
I know they proud of me
Just hit the plug three different times
I know he tired of me
(Ayy, come back, come back, come back
Come back) this shit hit different when you
Coming out of poverty (Ayy, yeah, yeah)
Y'all was on the swings, I was on the run
Yeah (On the run)
Y'all was toting pencils, we was toting guns
(We was toting, bah)
If you ain't gang, you can't hang
It ain't no one-on-one
(It ain't no one-on-one)
Jit wanna be everything I am
He something like my son, yeah
(Swear to God)
Ayy, big SCY shit, nigga, yeah
Finna fuck 'em up with this one
(Gang shit, big dog shit)
Ayy, watch this, look
Free my brother
Crackers got him for a robbery (Ayy)
I been running up that sack
I know they proud of me
Just hit the plug three different times
I know he tired of me
(Ayy, come back, come back, come back
Come back) this shit hit different when you
Coming out of poverty (Ayy, yeah, yeah)
Y'all was on the swings, I was on the run
Yeah (On the run)
Y'all was toting pencils, we was toting guns
(We was toting, bah)
If you ain't gang, you can't hang
It ain't no one-on-one
(It ain't no one-on-one)
Jit wanna be everything I am
He something like my son, yeah
(Swear to God)
Hit your block, we thirty deep
Stay to myself
Can't trust these niggas 'cause they creeps
They gon' fuck up when that
Young nigga on his feet
(Ayy, ooh, ayy, ooh, yeah)
Glock 23 some' like LeBron
(Ayy, glah) , we bring that heat
Tried to wake 'em up 'cause they was sleep
(yeah) i'm smoking Russian Cream
(Gas) , I ain't never been to Russia
They say, "Jimm, you got it bad
" I ain't never met no Usher (Unh uh)
Tell your baby daddy come work for us
He ain't got no hustle
I been getting bucks, tell them
"Ketchup, " yellow tape, the scene mustard
No, we don't fuck with trolls
(No) , bro on time, no, he ain't
Slime, he'll wipe a nigga nose (Glaow
Glaow) i done fucked up, she done lucked up
Putting dick in her soul
(Ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah)
Stick got a handle, treat it like a candle
All I gotta do is blow (Glaow, baow)
Green light, we on the go
(yeah) , dice life, I'm on the roll
Free my brother
Crackers got him for a robbery (Ayy)
I been running up that sack
I know they proud of me
Just hit the plug three different times
I know he tired of me
(Ayy, come back, come back, come back
Come back) this shit hit different when you
Coming out of poverty (Ayy, yeah, yeah)
Y'all was on the swings, I was on the run
Yeah (On the run)
Y'all was toting pencils, we was toting guns
(We was toting, bah)
If you ain't gang, you can't hang
It ain't no one-on-one
(It ain't no one-on-one)
Jit wanna be everything I am
He something like my son, yeah
(Swear to God)