Action lyrics

by

SCY Jimm


[Intro]
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, all you f*ck n*ggas get out the way (That boy ain't on that, he really be acting)
(Can't wait 'til I catch one of you f*ck n*ggas lacking) You already know what time it is, you already know how I'm coming
Big SCY sh*t
Think it's a movie, we bringing that action
Stick get to splitting these n*ggas like fractions
Ayy, yah, ayy, gang

[Chorus]
Think it's a movie, we bringing that action
I'm packing the Glock right inside of my jacket
That boy ain't on that, he really be acting
Can't wait 'til I catch one of you f*ck n*ggas lacking
I'm getting money, no time for relaxing
I hit a b*tch from the O with an accent
Fire on my waistline, this ain't for fashion
Stick get to splitting these n*ggas like fractions

[Verse 1]
Can't tell me sh*t, b*tch, don't say a word
You wadn't standing with us on that curb
Straight gang sh*t, b*tch, f*ck what you heard
All of these guns, it look like we purge
No, we don't dance, but you can get served
My bud spent a rack, got his check on the third
Check out my stats, I'm the sh*t, no turd
Hit from the back, I'ma f*ck up her words
Beat a n*gga ass 'fore I go grab a stick
'Fore I chase a ho, I'ma go chase a lick
This past month, I done—whew—'bout a brick
Yeen my dawg if we beef 'bout a b*tch
Don't go to singing when them crackers blitz
Just do your time, you ain't gotta snitch
Don't care where I go, we still with the sh*ts
Ain't tucking my chain 'cause I'm not a lick (Swear to God)
[Chorus]
Think it's a movie, we bringing that action
I'm packing the Glock right inside of my jacket
That boy ain't on that, he really be acting
Can't wait 'til I catch one of you f*ck n*ggas lacking
I'm getting money, no time for relaxing
I hit a b*tch from the O with an accent
Fire on my waistline, this ain't for fashion
Stick get to splitting these n*ggas like fractions

[Verse 2]
Ran it up, I just want a fast car, Melo (Anthony, yeah), I know it won't be too long (Huh?)
Say something, your ass gon' get shot like Jell-O (Glaow, glaow, huh?), lil' boy, don't even move wrong (Yeah)
Still here with the same exact n*ggas I started with, nah, I'm lying, it's a few gone
Hit the b*tch from the back with no shoes on, I know n*ggas who don't even use phones
I been running this sh*t up for days, I don't surf, shawty still tryna hop on my wave (Ugh, ugh)
I admit, I've been stuck in my ways, run it up, buy a house, fill that b*tch up with 'K's
I'm 'bout my chips, no Lay's, all these racks off a phone, b*tch, I been getting paid
For this sh*t, I was made, cut a n*gga, we give him a fade (Damn, b*tch)

[Chorus]
Think it's a movie, we bringing that action
I'm packing the Glock right inside of my jacket
That boy ain't on that, he really be acting
Can't wait 'til I catch one of you f*ck n*ggas lacking
I'm getting money, no time for relaxing
I hit a b*tch from the O with an accent
Fire on my waistline, this ain't for fashion
Stick get to splitting these n*ggas like fractions
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