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in a hurry - scy jimm & ybn lil bro lyrics

[intro: scy jimm]
(scenario got the bass knockin’)
d*mn
f*ck
big scy sh*t, n*gga

[chorus: scy jimm]
mm, b*tch, i hardly miss like i’m stephen curry (grraow, grraow)
know i keep a bl!ck somewhere close, i ain’t never worried (yeah, yeah, yeah)
in the sky with all these jacksons on me like i flew with zuri
if it’s ’bout that cheese, you know i’ma get there in a hurry, uh (on gang, n*gga)

[verse 1: scy jimm]
ran that chicken up, i turned ballin’ to a hobby (ballin’ to a hobby)
feel like peewee longway, got b*tches runnin’ ’round the lobby (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i can’t even pick, several hoes tryna top me (come on, man)
heard they lookin’ for mе, know i’m everywherе that guap be (that check, n*gga)

[verse 2: ybn lil bro & scy jimm]
lil’ cuz want me payin’ for a body
stomp a n*gga ass out in the club, blood on my pradas
could get this n*gga whacked, but i got love for his mama
n*ggas wanna see me dead, i’m wakin’ up next to a chopper
too young to die, that’s why i know to shoot my gun like f*ck an opper
b*tch, take this number down, i’ll get you what you like, give me a drop
i’d rather thug it out, this sh*t be up for life, word to the guys
trap like the haunted house, get what you need, hurry up and bounce, ho (yeah, yeah)
[verse 3: scy jimm]
boy, stay out the streets, i know you heard that from your mama (huh?)
he a b*tch just like his daddy, money long as wembanyama (come on, man)
every f*ckin’ beat i get on, i’ma walk it like i’m summer (yeah, yeah)
all this water drippin’ on me like a motherf*ckin’ plumber (on gang, n*gga)
i’m the f*ckin’ goat, but i’m ridin’ with a llama (but i’m ridin’ with a chopper)
yeah, free my n*ggas locked, you know i’m screamin’ f*ck your honor, yeah (f*ck ’em)
bad b*tch get on top, she let her hair down like rapunzel (yeah)
you gon’ lose count tryna add me up, i’m doin’ numbers (on gang)

[verse 4: ybn lil bro]
take his life and catch a flight right before the summer hit
what he do to me? sh*t, i don’t really f*ck with him
told that ho your business, n*ggas gettin’ too comfortable
i get locked, won’t tell them sh*t, even my lil’ brother school
get up in that room, singin’ the blues, he ain’t know what to do
sh*t got real, i’m just like you, i cut off my old friends too
i’m so used to bad news, times gettin’ better
will i stop? n*gga, never, my mind trapped in the ghetto

[verse 5: scy jimm]
i live with no regrets, this trappin’ sh*t a lifestyle (this trappin’ sh*t a lifestyle)
we finna shoot a horror film, i f*ck her with the lights out (come on, man)
you won’t never hear no hatin’*ass sh*t come out my mouth (on gang, n*gga)
girl, you know what’s up when i get you back to my house (yeah)
[chorus: scy jimm]
mm, b*tch, i hardly miss like i’m stephen curry (grraow, grraow)
know i keep a bl!ck somewhere close, i ain’t never worried (yeah, yeah, yeah)
in the sky with all these jacksons on me like i flew with zuri
if it’s ’bout that cheese, you know i’ma get there in a hurry, uh (on gang, n*gga)

- scy jimm ybn lil bro lyrics

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