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Scy Jimm - Taste It Lyrics

[Intro]
(You aren't even a cool breeze for my man Taz)

[Chorus]
Ayy, that money comin', I can taste it, nigga (Ayy)
Them young niggas havin' motion, you gotta face it, nigga (You gotta face it)
I'm rockin' Balencis, I remember wearin' ASICS, nigga (On gang)
I'm outchea still trappin', bitch, I need my bracelet bigger (Hoo)
I heard he still rappin', brodie go and face the nigga (Glaow, glaow, glaow)

[Verse 1]
He gon' stop dissin'
Red beam on the ARP, I am not missin'
He want smoke, pull up to his street, I am not dissin'
High as fuck, I be on codeine, I can't stop pissin'
I'm a yes-man, I can't say no to the drugs
I love to get that shit off, I can't say no to the plug
Glock out while I'm performing, how he get that in the club? (How thе fuck?)
These days, you eithеr scammin', slangin' dope, or pushin' bud
Ayy, my name ain't even Jrue, I ain't get shit a lot of holidays
My mama know I'm trappin', nigga, fuck a couple dollar raise
Sometimes, I feel like fuck rap, I'm goin' back to my robbin' ways
I can get a nigga whacked, couple racks is all it take
Bro 'nem outchea shootin' shit, got the block hot today
In person, these niggas pussy, on the 'net, they got a lot to say
Know these niggas police, that's why I be stayin' out the way
These ain't headphones, chopper make a beat like Dr. Dre
[Chorus]
That money comin', I can taste it, nigga (Glaow, baow)
Them young niggas havin' motion, you gotta face it, nigga (On God)
I'm rockin' Balencis, I remember wearin' ASICS, nigga (Ayy)
I'm outchea still trappin', bitch, I need my bracelet bigger (On gang)
I heard he still rappin', brodie go and face the nigga (Glaow)

[Verse 2]
These niggas 12, Aaron Rodgers (What?)
How the fuck I keep dodgin' bullets, I ain't in no Charger? (How the fuck?)
These niggas fake, they imposters (On gang)
T2T the biggest, real street niggas on my roster (Ayy)
I was searchin' for love and then I found a Glock (Then I found a Glock)
I was lookin' for drank, ran into some Wock' (Ayy)
They think I'm with the Migos, got the streets on lock (Got the streets on fuckin' lock)
You need that shh, you know I got it, eighty-five a pop, ayy (On gang)
I ain't never been no rat, don't condone me in that shit
Free my niggas in that cell, know it get lonely in that bitch
Got a nigga bitch drippin', put her on me and that's it
Ask the city 'bout lil' Jimm, boy, I was known to take that risk
Take a nigga bitch and slut her out, I won't never love a thot
Shawty call me disrespectful every time I cuss her out
Let a nigga run up wrong, show you what this cutter 'bout
12 pulled up to the trap, I'm way at the other spot

[Chorus]
That money comin', I can taste it, nigga (On gang)
Them young niggas havin' motion, you gotta face it, nigga (Gotta face it)
I'm rockin' Balencis, I remember wearin' ASICS, nigga (On gang)
I'm outchea still trappin', bitch, I need my bracelet bigger (Hoo)
I heard he still rappin', brodie go and face the nigga (Glaow)