"simp ahh bitin ahh niggas" lyrics
Shut yo' broke ass up on—
[?] (Brrt, brrt)
On gang, on gang
We got grams in the bag, but it's not for sale
Yo' whip get flipped, we know you gon' tell
BB strips, we got 'em in the mail
Drop down, easy to push up
In the hood, nigga ain't fixin' my car
Pop Tart, you gotta stay wit' yo' twin
Ride a snake, lil' twin snake his way in
You gotta break in the safe
Hook up the whole safe, we ain't hackin' no pen
Shiest' in my face, I got African skin
Shot with lil' fye, you get hit with the Gen
She let me in, I let whole gang in
She got hella snacks, she got food stamps
I get the whip, take it on a ramp
Late nights in my hood, whip, take it on a trump
Ain't no lights over here, we ain't got lamps
Torch in my hand, it burnin' my hand
Get took down, walked around just for playin'
Hood spooky like he followin' quicksand
Locked in, nigga ain't stuck with push pens
Meds on me if a clique wanna run out
Hit the gas and that boy in the way, burnout
She wanna freak her friends, turn her out
She move to my hood, we burn her opp
He ain't got no respect, he gon' earn his way to fye
Keep ten dollar, get a plug or two
Alleyway, yo' whip get flipped
You know that, it gon' shred
Get out the field, you know you be scared
Nigga think he the shit, he duck his head
I thought you eat pills, I thought you see red
Farm us some meds, runnin' with pills inside a Ziploc bag
Paper bag, finna go write the tag
Ain't shoot Gen, still, I'm gonna drag it
Racks pull my fuckin' Amiri down, that's why I'm fuckin' saggin'
Troll finna come in yo' Tesla and if you keep talkin', you draggin'
After these niggas get smushed, we 'laxin'
Nigga lookin' for that kush, we taxin'
Nigga hop up out that bush and wack somethin'
Tell a nigga they ain't nothing but practice
You got 'za? Nigga, break in yo' package
Stand on my fine shit, get free Zaxbys
Clip boys in the whip, turn up, then trash 'em
[?] (Brrt, brrt)
On gang, on gang
We got grams in the bag, but it's not for sale
Yo' whip get flipped, we know you gon' tell
BB strips, we got 'em in the mail
Drop down, easy to push up
In the hood, nigga ain't fixin' my car
Pop Tart, you gotta stay wit' yo' twin
Ride a snake, lil' twin snake his way in
You gotta break in the safe
Hook up the whole safe, we ain't hackin' no pen
Shiest' in my face, I got African skin
Shot with lil' fye, you get hit with the Gen
She let me in, I let whole gang in
She got hella snacks, she got food stamps
I get the whip, take it on a ramp
Late nights in my hood, whip, take it on a trump
Ain't no lights over here, we ain't got lamps
Torch in my hand, it burnin' my hand
Get took down, walked around just for playin'
Hood spooky like he followin' quicksand
Locked in, nigga ain't stuck with push pens
Meds on me if a clique wanna run out
Hit the gas and that boy in the way, burnout
She wanna freak her friends, turn her out
She move to my hood, we burn her opp
He ain't got no respect, he gon' earn his way to fye
Keep ten dollar, get a plug or two
Alleyway, yo' whip get flipped
You know that, it gon' shred
Get out the field, you know you be scared
Nigga think he the shit, he duck his head
I thought you eat pills, I thought you see red
Farm us some meds, runnin' with pills inside a Ziploc bag
Paper bag, finna go write the tag
Ain't shoot Gen, still, I'm gonna drag it
Racks pull my fuckin' Amiri down, that's why I'm fuckin' saggin'
Troll finna come in yo' Tesla and if you keep talkin', you draggin'
After these niggas get smushed, we 'laxin'
Nigga lookin' for that kush, we taxin'
Nigga hop up out that bush and wack somethin'
Tell a nigga they ain't nothing but practice
You got 'za? Nigga, break in yo' package
Stand on my fine shit, get free Zaxbys
Clip boys in the whip, turn up, then trash 'em
