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scy jimm & jdot breezy - over active lyrics

[intro: scy jimm]
(haha, pbell)
(ayo, clipzy, this sh_t raw as h_ll)
not my cup of tea, b_tch
not my cup of tea (f_ck a n_gga)

[chorus: scy jimm]
real money gettin’ n_gga, i ain’t gon’ act like i’m no smacker (ain’t gon’ act like i’m no smacker)
but i’m known for cookin’ dope, in that pot, i’m overactive (in that trap, i’m overactive)
free my brothers, f_ck them crackers (f_ck ’em), i’m a trapper turned rapper (yeah, yeah)
shawty ask me where i’m at, i’m gettin’ green, bae, like the packers (on gang)

[verse 1: scy jimm]
i get gs like est, stack this ‘cho and keep it p (n_gga)
b_tch, i ball like sga, i shoulda played for okc (shoulda played for okc)
n_gga wanna get a bag, then i advise he f_ck with mе (i advise he f_ck with me)
i can’t f_ck a brokе b_tch, that is not my cup of tea (on gang)
i be fiendin’ for a bag, lil’ bro fiendin’ for a k!ll (lil’ bro fiendin’ for a k!ll)
i be gone off weed and drink, i don’t pop no f_ckin’ pills (i don’t pop no f_ckin’ pills)
but i might just pop a seal (yeah), i got a bad b_tch at the crib (i got a bad b_tch at the house)
woke up and made some cheese before i ate, that’s just how i live (on gang)
i came up, these p_ssy n_ggas mad like i give a d_mn (like i give a f_ck)
i might get sent to a level seven, all these f_ckin’ grams (f_ck)
i don’t know your b_tch, don’t call me twin, b_tch, don’t call me fam’ (b_tch, don’t call me twin)
they say i’m the goat, how the f_ck i end up in a lamb’? (huh?)
[chorus: scy jimm]
real money gettin’ n_gga, i ain’t gon’ act like i’m no smacker (ain’t gon’ act like i’m no smacker)
but i’m known for cookin’ dope, in that pot, i’m overactive (in that trap, i’m overactive)
free my brothers, f_ck them crackers (f_ck ’em), i’m a trapper turned rapper (yeah, yeah)
shawty ask me where i’m at, i’m gettin’ green, bae, like the packers (on gang)

[verse 2: jdot breezy]
you know i’m a money stacker (b_tch), no hat, i’m not a capper (nah)
i used to drill and trap with bro before i was a rapper (before i was a rapper)
my pockets filled with rolls, look at these hoes, i know they massive (ps)
these n_ggas all hoes, i know they broke, might f_ck they ho to make them madder (ha)
take the srt over amg because them b_tches faster (vroom)
bro take pyrex over a nine_to_five, a job ain’t ever matter (nah)
i got fifty inside this 9 of mine, you run up, i’m gon’ clap you (fifty)
i up this b_tch and let it p_ss just like it got a bladder (bah, bah, bah)
i just got some percs in, where the h_ll joc at? (the f_ck?)
for the four he gave me ten, sh_t, i had to cop that (yeah)
junkies beat the door in, i can’t leave the trap yet (nah)
ain’t got no rap for n_ggas, put your money where your mouth at
yeah, n_gga (spooky_ass), b_tch, we gettin’ off (we gettin’ off)
we got pills, weed, lean, n_gga, hard or soft (hard or soft)
hmm, i ain’t stuntin’ none of these b_tch ass n_ggas, they talk to
p_ss me off (p_ssy, b_tch, b_tch)
we pull up and we draw down, hop out them cars and knock sh_t off (b_tch)

- scy jimm jdot breezy

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