Ain’t Original lyrics

[Intro: SCY Jimm]
(Ayy, Venzo, stay the f*ck out the kitchen)
f*ck a n*gga
Big T2T, n*gga
Big SCY sh*t, n*gga
Sack Chasin' Youngin, n*gga
(Turn me up, Dom)

[Chorus: SCY Jimm]
She act like she don't want me, bet this money make her f*ck (Money make her f*ck)
Gotta keep that glizzy, in the hood, I got it tucked (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
They tryna figure out how I'm blowing racks and still up (Come on, man)
Tryna put my n*ggas on, what you think I'm chasing M's for? (M's, n*gga)
Hundred racks off of digital (Yeah)
Jimm, he ain't original (Huh? Huh? Huh?)
Start with me and I'm gone finish him
All them long nights scrapin' pots, I still remember them (On gang, n*gga)
He ain't tryna get no f*ckin' bag, I ain't no friend of him (The f*ck?)

[Verse 1: SCY Jimm]
They told me, "Don't rush," I'm takin' my time with this sh*t (Takin' my time with this sh*t)
Do whatever I want if I just put my mind to this sh*t (Mind to this sh*t)
They wanna take my life, got me ridin' with the blick (On gang)
She asked me, do I love her? Yeah, I lied to the b*tch, come on (The f*ck?)
Praying, Lord, forgive me for my sins (Huh?)
I'm standin' on all ten
I see you pussies through these lens (Come on, man)
All the times them n*ggas counted me out, I'm thinkin' 'bout revenge (The f*ck?)
n*gga caught me slippin' once, bet they won't do that sh*t again (On gang, n*gga)
Stuck off in the trap, this rap sh*t got me takin' flight (Phew, phew)
I was tryna get a bag, door swingin' all night (Yeah)
He claim he big dog, but he all bark, no bite (Come on, man)
I don't see these n*ggas, I took off, they ain't nowhere in sight (Gang)
Lil' Jimm a breadwinner, I love countin' dead n*ggas (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I don't wanna conversate, you talkin' to the feds, n*gga (What the f*ck?)
Make somethin' shake while I'm sober, I don't need meds, n*gga (I don't need meds, n*gga)
Think before you act, 'bout lil Jimm, they bustin' heads, n*gga (On gang)
[Chorus: SCY Jimm]
She act like she don't want me, bet this money make her f*ck (Money make her f*ck)
Gotta keep that glizzy, in the hood, I got it tucked (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
They tryna figure out how I'm blowing racks and still up (Come on, man)
Tryna put my n*ggas on, what you think I'm chasing M's for? (M's, n*gga)
Hundred racks off of digital (Yeah)
Jimm, he ain't original (Huh? Huh? Huh?)
Start with me and I'm gone finish him
All them long nights scrapin' pots, I still remember them (On gang, n*gga)
He ain't tryna get no f*ckin' bag, I ain't no friend of him (The f*ck?)

[Verse 2: BLP Kosher]
They used to laugh, now they wanna work, I don't remember them
Now they gas it up, but they were never genuine
Let them hollows smoke, I'm gettin' bread, it's still leavening
SCY, I f*ck with Jimm, he rock with Benjamin
Some died and some switched sides, so I feel all alone
But I'ma still wear that dreidel 'round my collar bone
And I don't wanna step unless it's on cobblestone
They got no motion, so pick a part, I call it AutoZone
Fake Blood, them boys bap, you got baptized
Dump the glizzy in the ocean, now its baptized
Florida Atlantic, I hand my papers to them frat guys
It's high tide, they dead butterflies, so I antagonize
Two birds with one stone or one bird with two rocks
There's a reason Jeffery wicked me up with only two locks
The clip curved, I got a cane like that boy Duwap
The rest of them gon' cop a deuce, I'm 'bout down to two opps
Water
[Chorus: SCY Jimm]
She act like she don't want me, bet this money make her f*ck (Money make her f*ck)
Gotta keep that glizzy, in the hood, I got it tucked (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
They tryna figure out how I'm blowing racks and still up (Come on, man)
Tryna put my n*ggas on, what you think I'm chasing M's for? (M's, n*gga)
Hundred racks off of digital (Yeah)
Jimm, he ain't original (Huh? Huh? Huh?)
Start with me and I'm gone finish him
All them long nights scrapin' pots, I still remember them (On gang, n*gga)
He ain't tryna get no f*ckin' bag, I ain't no friend of him (The f*ck?)