Taste It Lyrics – SCY Jimm
Singer: SCY Jimm
Title: Taste It
Ayy, that money comin’, i can taste it, n#gg# (ayy)
Them young n#gg#s havin’ motion, you gotta face it, n#gg# (ayy, you gotta face it)
I’m rockin’ balenci’s, i remember rockin’ asics, n#gg# (ayy, ayy, on gang)
I’m outchea still trappin’ (ayy), b#tch, i need my bracelet bigger (hoo)
I heard he still rappin’ (ayy), brodie go and face the n#gg# (gloww, gloww, gloww)
He gon’ stop dissin’ (hoo)
Red beam on the arp (hoo), i am not missin’ (gang)
He want smoke, pull up to his street (gloww), i am not dissin’ (hoo, skrrt)
High as f#ck, i be on codeine, i can’t stop pissin’ (ayy, ayy, ayy)
I’m a yes-man, i can’t say no to the drugs
I love to get that sh#t off, i can’t say no to the plug
Glock out while i’m performing, how he get that in the club? (how the f#ck?)
These days, you either scammin’, slangin’ dopе or pushin’ bud
Ayy, my name ain’t even jruе, i ain’t get sh#t a lot of holidays (ayy, ayy, ayy)
My mama know i’m trappin’, n#gg#, f#ck a couple dollar raise (f#ck it)
Sometimes, i feel like rap, i’m goin’ back to my robbin’ ways
I can get a n#gg# whacked, couple racks is all it take
Bro nem outchea shootin’ sh#t, got the block hot today
In-person, these n#gg#s p#ss#, on the net, they got a lot to say
Know these n#gg#s police, that’s why i be stayin’ out the way
These ain’t headphones, chopper make a beat like dr. dre
Ayy, that money comin’, i can taste it, n#gg# (gloww, boww)
Them young n#gg#s havin’ motion, you gotta face it, n#gg# (on god)
I’m rockin’ balenci’s, i remember rockin’ asics, n#gg# (ayy, ayy)
I’m outchea still trappin’, b#tch, i need my bracelet bigger (on gang)
I heard he still rappin’, brodie go and face the n#gg# (gloww)
These n#gg#s 12, aaron rodgers (what?)
How the f#ck i keep dodgin’ bullets i ain’t in no charger? (how the f#ck?)
These n#gg#s fake, they imposters (on gang)
T2t, the biggest, real street n#gg#s on my roster (whoo, ayy)
I was searchin’ for love and then i found a glock (then i found a glock)
I was lookin’ for drank, but ran into some wock’ (into some, ayy)
They think i’m with the migos, got the streets on lock (got the streets on f#ckin’ lock)
You need that shh, you know i got it, eighty-five a pop (on gang), ayy
I ain’t never been a rat, don’t condone me in that sh#t
Free my n#gg#s in that cell, know it get lonely in that b#tch
Got a n#gg# b#tch 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 n#gg# b#tch and sl#t her out (ayy, ayy), i won’t never love a thot
Shawty call me disrespect every time i cuss her out
Let a n#gg# run up wrong, show you what this cutta ’bout (whoo, gloww, ayy)
12 pulled up to the trap, i’m way at the other spot
Ayy, that money comin’, i can taste it, n#gg# (on gang)
Them young n#gg#s havin’ motion, you gotta face it, n#gg# (gotta face it)
I’m rockin’ balenci’s, i remember rockin’ asics, n#gg# (on gang)
I’m outchea still trappin’, b#tch, i need my bracelet bigger (hoo)
I heard he still rappin’, brodie go and face the n#gg# (gloww)
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