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Scy Jimm - Blood On The Leaves Lyrics

[Intro: SCY Jimm]
Breeze
Breeze
Blood on the leaves
(WoodleyOnThaBeat)
Breeze
Breeze
Niggas already know what time it is (Blood on the leaves)
Fuck a nigga, niggas already know how I'm comin'
Ayy, Soldier, what it is?
Breeze (Huh? Hmm, mm)
Breeze
Ayy, grraow, baow

[Chorus: SCY Jimm]
These niggas cappin', stop it (On gang)
Bruh copped the bricks, still lookin' sick, he done blew half his profit (What the fuck?)
Every time I go to talkin' grams, they tryna change the topic (Hahaha)
I was broke as fuck, tryna make somethin' shake by snatchin' wallets (Give me that shit)
Nigga play, we leave him drunk, now he an alcoholic (Bah, bah)
I can gеt you touched, jit (I can get you touched, nigga)
All this shit comе off the muscle, I don't believe in luck, bitch (On gang, on gang)
Everybody with me gang, these ain't just niggas that I fuck with
Humble-ass lil' nigga, but I can still get on that fuck shit

[Verse 1: SCY Jimm]
I probably can't cook a whole meal, but I can cook that work
Get that sack off every day, you niggas sittin' around waitin' on the first (Dumb-ass nigga)
Niggas wasn't fuckin' with me, but now they see I'm up, they want a verse (What the fuck?)
Everybody tellin' me I'm a blessing, why this shit feel like a curse? (Come on, man)
Hold up, baby, freeze (Hold up, baby, freeze)
I'm a stand-up guy, think I like you better on your knees (Better on your knees)
Don't play with me and make me have to kill a nigga please (Baow, baow, baow)
I ain't never been no rat or mouse, but I still love that cheese (I said I still love that cheese)
Ridin' 'round with that fye, I'll let it fly like my name Veeze
Posted with that Drac', I ain't never been to Toronto (Ayy, ayy)
Got a nigga bitch off that drank, I'm sippin' Quavo like I'm Huncho (On gang)
Nigga play, we leave him wet, your ass gon' need more than a poncho (Nigga)
This a four-five, bruh still touch that 9 like he Rondo (Blaow)
[Chorus: SCY Jimm]
These niggas cappin', stop it (On gang)
Bruh copped the bricks, still lookin' sick, he done blew half his profit (What the fuck?)
Every time I go to talkin' grams, they tryna change the topic (Hahaha)
I was broke as fuck, tryna make somethin' shake by snatchin' wallets (Give me that shit)
Nigga play, we leave him drunk, now he an alcoholic (Bah, bah)
I can get you touched, jit (I can get you touched, nigga)
All this shit come off the muscle, I don't believe in luck, bitch (On gang, on gang)
Everybody with me gang, these ain't just niggas that I fuck with
Humble-ass lil' nigga, but I can still get on that fuck shit

[Verse 2: Soldier Kidd]
Ayy, SCY Jimm feel like he me and I feel just like him
He ain't coppin' P's, he coppin' pleas, won't do nothin' 'bout his man
It had rained for weeks, ain't caught no FEMAs, got it off the land
Bet he won't even speak on me and see him go to talkin' bad
I leave blood on leaves
We gon' try to run down, you get close, might get some blood on me
Bitch, you know the rundown, up that pole three
'Cause I live like Taliban, in my cell, contraband
G-Man, keep one in my pants, I up that shit, ain't tryna dance

[Chorus: SCY Jimm]
These niggas cappin', stop it (On gang)
Bruh copped the bricks, still lookin' sick, he done blew half his profit (What the fuck?)
Every time I go to talkin' grams, they tryna change the topic (Hahaha)
I was broke as fuck, tryna make somethin' shake by snatchin' wallets (Give me that shit)
Nigga play, we leave him drunk, now he an alcoholic (Bah, bah)
I can get you touched, jit (I can get you touched, nigga)
All this shit come off the muscle, I don't believe in luck, bitch (On gang, on gang)
Everybody with me gang, these ain't just niggas that I fuck with (WoodleyOnThaBeat)
Humble-ass lil' nigga, but I can still get on that fuck shit
[Outro]
Blood on the leaves
Breeze
Breeze
Blood on the leaves
Breeze
Breeze
Blood on the leaves