Nobody lyrics

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SCY Jimm


[Intro]
(Aw, geez, Rick)
Ayy, SCY Jimm (I ain't got to run from nobody)
And I'm on this Dussé (Big sticks, this sh*t here'll eat your whole body, yeah)
And I'm on this Dussé, ayy (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, kill a n*gga for them racks, I want a lotta bills
Tell that n*gga, "Come shop," we got a lotta deals
Every soldier gotta cry, but sh*t, I'm out of tears
A lot of fishes in the sea, but sh*t, I'm out of reels
And I be stayin' to myself 'cause ain't nobody real (f*ck them n*ggas)
Bro just got a stolo, dawg done ran it off the wheels (Ayy, ayy, skrrt, skrrt)
From court dates to takin' L's, you don't know how it feel (Yeah)
Tryna take from SCY, you must be high as hell (Yuh, yuh, ayy, ayy)
I call her Hershey, she be blowin' me kisses (Ayy)
I got to get these racks up, I can't be lookin' for b*tches
I was broke but came up, now I can swim with the fishes
Scooped her up, but let her out soon as she spoke on Givenchy (Get outta here)
Gettin' money ain't a problem, we was just scrapin' pennies (Swear to God)
We sippin' liq', try to buck, hit his ass with the Remy
These n*ggas creep, I don't know why I be lettin' them near me (Swear to God)
This sh*t I'm smokin' real loud, I hope you f*ck n*ggas hear me
Nineteen, ain't got a jit, I hit the b*tch with a jimmy (Ooh)
But my dawg do, move wrong, get hit with a semi (Glaow, glaow)
Every ho that come around, we turn her out like Timmy (Swear to God)
Had the fan doin' frontflips, this ain't in the Hemi (Skrrt-rrt)
I don't hang 'round you f*ck n*ggas (Huh? Huh?), I want bucks, n*gga
Want smoke, then it's up, n*gga, leave it stuck, n*gga (Huh?)
All that talkin' for the birds, I be tryna pluck n*ggas (Ooh)
You ain't gettin' to this money, I ain't tryna f*ck with you, ayy (Get the cash)
[Chorus]
Keep a Glock, I ain't gotta run from nobody (Sticks)
Big sticks, this sh*t here'll eat your whole body (Big sticks)
When we f*ck, take it off, I want your whole body, yuh, yuh (Ayy, come here, come here)
Yeah, you know I need your whole body (Come here)
Bro poppin' Percs like it's candy, these ain't no Smarties (Ayy, Percs)
Them jits reckless, you know they'll crash the whole party (f*ck it up)
You n*ggas snakes, f*ck it, we gon' chop the whole party (Glaow, glaow)
Said they was friends, f*cked them both, I got these hoes arguin' (Ooh, ooh, ooh)

[Verse 2]
I told unc to bring it back, he beat the whole pot in (Glass)
I'm the sh*t, yeah, I'm the one he asked his ho 'bout (Swear to God)
Glock two-three, plus lil' bro just got a .45 (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Want smoke? Roll up, hit your block, go live
Get these racks in, so it ain't sh*t to throw some more out (Yeah)
My pocket got the blues, I'm gettin' money they don't know about (Swear to God)
My ex made the news, she CNN, she been sold out (f*ck her)
K3 gon' bust some', I'm tryna take what the ho got (Ayy)

[Chorus]
Keep a Glock, I ain't gotta run from nobody (Sticks)
Big sticks, this sh*t here'll eat your whole body (Big sticks)
When we f*ck, take it off, I want your whole body, yuh, yuh (Ayy, come here, come here)
Yeah, you know I need your whole body (Come here)
Bro poppin' Percs like it's candy, these ain't no Smarties (Ayy, Percs)
Them jits reckless, you know they'll crash the whole party (f*ck it up)
You n*ggas snakes, f*ck it, we gon' chop the whole party (Glaow, glaow)
Said they was friends, f*cked them both, I got these hoes arguin' (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
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