For This lyrics

[Intro: SCY Jimm]
(UPNORTH)
I'm up, you don't know how many nights I asked for this
Yeah, I got it for the eight, but I need a stack for this (Drkside made this?)
Know I'm saying? When you switch sides, b*tch n*gga, it ain't no coming back, no
I just made a touchdown, I'm not no f*cking running back, mhm

[Chorus: SCY Jimm]
I'm up, you don't know how many nights I asked for this (Yeah)
Yeah, I got it for the eight, but I need a stack for this
Ten racks on me, lil' boy, you can get whacked for this (Ayy, glaow)
I really got it out the mud, I broke my back for this
Real Za, when I inhale, it's all in my lungs
K3 couldn't make a chorus, so I hopped on the song (Huh?)
And I can feel my time coming, know it won't be long (No)
.45 bullets huge, them b*tches look like thongs (Hey)

[Verse 1: SCY Jimm]
Once you switch sides, b*tch n*gga, it ain't no coming back
I just made a touchdown, I'm not no f*ckin' running back
Bullets strike you just like lightning, we spinnеd in a Thundercat (Glaow, glaow, glaow)
I just caught another play, woke up to anothеr rack (Ayy, yeah)
My money good, it don't solve all my problems (Hmm)
But this Glock done solved a lot of problems, yeah (Swear to God)
I'll pop a n*gga like a f*cking collar (Glaow)
To have my n*ggas free, I'll give away all my dollars (Yeah), yeah
[Chorus: SCY Jimm]
I'm up, you don't know how many nights I asked for this (Yeah)
Yeah, I got it for the eight, but I need a stack for this
Ten racks on me, lil' boy, you can get whacked for this (Ayy, glaow)
I really got it out the mud, I broke my back for this
Real Za, when I inhale, it's all in my lungs
K3 couldn't make a chorus, so I hopped on the song (Huh?)
And I can feel my time coming, know it won't be long (No)
.45 bullets huge, them b*tches look like thongs (Hey)

[Verse 2: K3Racksss]
I'm in a Taurus, I'm slidin' with a Taurus (Yeah)
Might catch his ass lacking, we gon' turn lil' bruh to Forrest
Forever paper chasing, you can keep "Yeah" and "Of course" (Swear to God)
Was tryna catch this play, didn't have no chance to write a chorus (Yeah)
Lil' bruh broke lawnmower, no cut, just get to blowing (Fah, fah)
I'm dying 'bout the gang, right or wrong, you n*ggas know it
n*ggas know I keep fire, ain't no need for me to show it (Yeah)
Hit the gas on them crackers, ain't no need for me to throw it (Skrrt, skrrt)

[Chorus: SCY Jimm]
I'm up, you don't know how many nights I asked for this (Yeah)
Yeah, I got it for the eight, but I need a stack for this
Ten racks on me, lil' boy, you can get whacked for this (Ayy, glaow)
I really got it out the mud, I broke my back for this
Real Za, when I inhale, it's all in my lungs
K3 couldn't make a chorus, so I hopped on the song (Huh?)
And I can feel my time coming, know it won't be long (No)
.45 bullets huge, them b*tches look like thongs (Hey)