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Scy Jimm - What It Is Lyrics

[Intro: SCY Jimm]
Yeah
What it is, nigga?
(WoodleyOnThaBeat)
(TAPEKID)
Better stay in the— ayy

[Chorus: SCY Jimm]
What it is, nigga? (What it is, nigga?)
Pussy nigga hate, but that's just what it is, nigga (Hahaha)
You ain't ready for the street shit, stay in the crib, nigga (On gang)
Don't try this shit I do at home, this how I live, nigga (The fuck? Ayy, man, ayy, look)
Ayy, baby fell in love with a trap nigga, clutchin' bad (Ayy, ayy)
Please don't think it's sweet because I rap, nigga, no cap (Grraow, grraow, grraow)
I can get you took up off the map, I ain't got no rap (Hoo, hoo)
I ain't with that social dissin', I don't beef on no apps (Nigga)

[Verse 1: SCY Jimm]
Hundred plays back to back, bitch, we can go rack for rack (Ayy, ayy)
Frontline with that dog, bitch, I feel like Cracka Jack (Ayy)
I can make this cheese flip, somethin' like an acrobat (Yeah, ayy)
Real trapper, only drug dealers in my habitat (Hoo, hoo, hoo)
In the kitchen like a chemist
Shawty freaked out, get on that drink and she ain't got no limits (Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh)
I'm dеbatin' should I hit the booth or go and hit the trenchеs? (On gang)
When I kick the door down, guarantee we knockin' off the hinges, nigga (Yeah)
Bro, don't make me grab my— (Huh?)
None of these niggas don't be outside, they barely even come out (What the fuck?)
Don't go off love, we go off loyalty, that shit hard to come by (Nigga)
Nigga say he gon' take what from who? Tell him come try
'Fore I let one of you niggas take my life, a nigga gon' die (On gang)
Bro don't even rap or nothin', I know he'll never miss
Got a bitch I only fuck, I don't think we'll ever kiss (Ugh, ugh)
I be lookin' for that Wock', I don't even care for Tris (Ayy)
Blow a nigga candles out, tell him go and make a wish
[Chorus: SCY Jimm]
What it is, nigga? (What it is, nigga?)
Pussy nigga hate, but that's just what it is, nigga (Hahaha)
You ain't ready for the street shit, stay in the crib, nigga (On gang)
Don't try this shit I do at home, this how I live, nigga (The fuck? Ayy, man, ayy, look)
Ayy, baby fell in love with a trap nigga, clutchin' bad (Ayy, ayy)
Please don't think it's sweet because I rap, nigga, no cap (Grraow, grraow, grraow)
I can get you took up off the map, I ain't got no rap (Hoo, hoo)
I ain't with that social dissin', I don't beef on no apps

[Verse 2: Luh JB]
No, I don't beef on no apps (No)
Foenem caught that rappin'-ass nigga, made him run laps
We fold niggas like laptops, ever heard 'bout head tap?
Now I know the feds out, I'ma stick to rap while foenem beatin' down the trap
Get in my way, you gettin' clapped, leave your brains all in your lap
Tell 'em free my brother Snap, we knockin' shit up off the map
I don't smoke J-Way, nigga bap, you feel offended, nigga, clap
Put him to rest, ain't talkin' nap
That ARP came with some titties, Glock 22 came with a dick
They ain't J-O-Gin' shit, they dog died, I know they pissed
Still ain't get back for that bitch
They make me mad, I swing the switch
I'ma slide before a diss
I bet I hit before I miss, think 'bout the guys and reminisce
Dooda get behind that tint, if he ain't gang, then he a lick
Police on a nigga dick, they see I'm on the way to rich
But I won't never leave my stick, nigga can't try me like no bitch
They know I ain't goin' for shit, think I'm sweet, come test, bitch
And that's just—
[Chorus: SCY Jimm]
What it is, nigga? (What it is, nigga?)
Pussy nigga hate, but that's just what it is, nigga (Hahaha)
You ain't ready for the street shit, stay in the crib, nigga (On gang)
Don't try this shit I do at home, this how I live, nigga (The fuck? Ayy, man, ayy, look)
Ayy, baby fell in love with a trap nigga, clutchin' bad (Ayy, ayy)
Please don't think it's sweet because I rap, nigga, no cap (Grraow, grraow, grraow)
I can get you took up off the map, I ain't got no rap (Hoo, hoo)
I ain't with that social dissin', I don't beef on no apps