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letra de trippin' - scy jimm

[intro: scy k3 & scy jimm]
this n-gga really got the phone ringin’
ayy, rob a n-gga for it
(ayy, who made it? milan made it, b-tch)
brodie get to trippin’, rob a n-gga for it (that sh-t there crazy)
brodie get to trippin’, rob a— (scy sh-t, yeah)
catch a n-gga slippin’, rob a n-gga for it (scy sh-t)
k3

[verse 1: scy k3 & scy jimm]
scy sh-t, no dj khaled, we the best (uh-huh)
f-ck that vest, these bullets that we throw go for yo’ neck (fah)
won’t never go out sad about no b-tch, i’m chasin’ checks (never)
that n-gga move foul, we call a play, don’t call no refs
i be all up in that b-tch drawers, you in her chest (dummy)
she tellin’ me i’m blessed, i gave her d-ck and she obsеssed (ooh)
bro, he got the firе, he be on go when we on set (fah)
we steady pulling flights, but we dream of private jets
(scy jimm, yuh-yuh) yeah
[verse 2: scy jimm]
i don’t owe a n-gga sh-t, i just want deposits (deposit)
k3 on go, stomp a n-gga in some foamposites (foamposite)
i get that hemi, c4 might just push the motor out (ayy, skrrt)
jay be clutchin’, zay be gook, he don’t know n0body (ayy, nah, yeah, ayy)
if you ain’t f-ckin’ with me, i’m gon’ match your energy (match your energy)
i f-ck with remy, but right now i’m drinkin’ hennessy (this that henny)
.223’s long, boy, them b-tches look like centipedes (long, b-tch)
i let her taste the d-ck and she claim she should’ve been with me (ooh)

[verse 3: scy k3]
i got a buddy, he buy fifty at a time (pop out)
strictly business, don’t hit my phone if you ain’t buyin’ (nope)
buddy hittin’ a u, i bust a u, he wanted nine (pff)
bruh nem had to tell me leave it ‘lone, don’t waste my time
’cause i’ll stretch a b-tch quick (fah) and leave him flyin’ (fah)
i’m ridin’ with this .45, big bruh, he had a nine (swear)
say you want to slide, but make excuses when it’s time (yeah)
we ridin’ with them sticks and some drugs, won’t tell no lies, b-tch

[verse 4: scy jimm]
i’m tryna run inside his sh-t, clean him out, i’m talkin’ detox (huh)
that talkin’ for the birds, i swear to god, you n-ggas peac-ck (i swear to god)
you would think we was the migos how we rap, but got the streets locked (street, yeah)
i’m smokin’ all this gas, it got me higher than a treetop (ooh, ooh, ooh)
lil’ baby get to bouncin’ on this d-ck, i’m talkin’ seesaw (bouncin’ on this d-ck)
lil’ brodie get to trippin’, rob a n-gga for a g-shock (get to trippin’)
my birdie wanted fifty, f-cked around and gave him three rocks (gave him three rocks)
say she want some gucci, i just bought that ho some reeboks (gave her ree’s)
[outro: scy k3 & scy jimm]
n-ggas trippin’ ’round this b-tch, i ride with big fire
yeah, ooh, ayy, bought that ho some reeboks (ree’s)
n-ggas trippin’ ’round this b-tch, i ride with big fire
ooh, ayy, robbin’ for a g-shock (g’s)
i put that b-tch between your— eye
ooh, ayy, we them n-ggas from the t’s
ayy, got your b-tch, she on her knees
this n-gga jimm got me in this b-tch trippin’, boy
in this b-tch chea with k3
i’m tellin’ ya, boy, this sh-t crazy, boy (yeah)
(d-mn, cut that b-tch up, milan)
yeah, f-ck n-gga, yeah, scy sh-t, b-tch

- scy jimm

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