Ain't Original (feat. BLP KOSHER)

(Ayy, Venzo, stay the fuck out the kitchen)

Fuck a ****

Big T2T, ****

Big SCY shit, ****

Sack Chasin' Youngin, ****

(Turn me up, Dom)

She act like she don't want me, bet this money make her fuck (Money make her fuck)

Gotta keep that glizzy, in the hood, I got it tucked (Grrah, grrah, grrah)

They tryna figure out how I'm blowing racks and still up (Come on, man)

Tryna put my **** on, what you think I'm chasing M's for? (M's, ****)

Hundred racks off of digital (Yeah)

Jimm, he ain't original (Huh? Huh? Huh?)

Start with me and I'm gone finish him

All them long nights scrapin' pots, I still remember them (On gang, ****)

He ain't tryna get no fuckin' bag, I ain't no friend of him (The fuck?)

They told me, "Don't rush," I'm takin' my time with this shit (Takin' my time with this shit)

Do whatever I want if I just put my mind to this shit (Mind to this shit)

They wanna take my life, got me ridin' with the blick (On gang)

She asked me, do I love her? Yeah, I lied to the bitch, come on (The fuck?)

Praying, Lord, forgive me for my sins (Huh?)

I'm standin' on all ten

I see you pussies through these lens (Come on, man)

All the times them **** counted me out, I'm thinkin' 'bout revenge (The fuck?)

**** caught me slippin' once, bet they won't do that shit again (On gang, ****)

Stuck off in the trap, this rap shit got me takin' flight (Phew, phew)

I was tryna get a bag, door swingin' all night (Yeah)

He claim he big dog, but he all bark, no bite (Come on, man)

I don't see these ****, I took off, they ain't nowhere in sight (Gang)

Lil' Jimm a breadwinner, I love countin' dead **** (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I don't wanna conversate, you talkin' to the feds, **** (What the fuck?)

Make somethin' shake while I'm sober, I don't need meds, **** (I don't need meds, ****)

Think before you act, 'bout lil Jimm, they bustin' heads, **** (On gang)

She act like she don't want me, bet this money make her fuck (Money make her fuck)

Gotta keep that glizzy, in the hood, I got it tucked (Grrah, grrah, grrah)

They tryna figure out how I'm blowing racks and still up (Come on, man)

Tryna put my **** on, what you think I'm chasing M's for? (M's, ****)

Hundred racks off of digital (Yeah)

Jimm, he ain't original (Huh? Huh? Huh?)

Start with me and I'm gone finish him

All them long nights scrapin' pots, I still remember them (On gang, ****)

He ain't tryna get no fuckin' bag, I ain't no friend of him (The fuck?)

They used to laugh, now they wanna work, I don't remember them

Now they gas it up, but they were never genuine

Let them hollows smoke, I'm gettin' bread, it's still leavening

SCY, I fuck with Jimm, he rock with Benjamin

Some died and some switched sides, so I feel all alone

But I'ma still wear that dreidel 'round my collar bone

And I don't wanna step unless it's on cobblestone

They got no motion, so pick a part, I call it AutoZone

Fake Blood, them boys bap, you got baptized

Dump the glizzy in the ocean, now its baptized

Florida Atlantic, I hand my papers to them frat guys

It's high tide, they dead butterflies, so I antagonize

Two birds with one stone or one bird with two rocks

There's a reason Jeffery wicked me up with only two locks

The clip curved, I got a cane like that boy Duwap

The rest of them gon' cop a deuce, I'm 'bout down to two opps

Water

She act like she don't want me, bet this money make her fuck (Money make her fuck)

Gotta keep that glizzy, in the hood, I got it tucked (Grrah, grrah, grrah)

They tryna figure out how I'm blowing racks and still up (Come on, man)

Tryna put my **** on, what you think I'm chasing M's for? (M's, ****)

Hundred racks off of digital (Yeah)

Jimm, he ain't original (Huh? Huh? Huh?)

Start with me and I'm gone finish him

All them long nights scrapin' pots, I still remember them (On gang, ****)

He ain't tryna get no fuckin' bag, I ain't no friend of him (The fuck?)