yung simmie – dead beat lyrics
man these n-gg-‘s faker than silicon t-tties
and i expose the fake too much realness in me
i pour up the henny, i smoke til i’m dizzy
stuffin the philly, your girl on my d-ck while i’m doing my thizzy
like i was drizzy, nothing was the same but my name is simmie
your girl give me brain while i’m speedin the hemi
but n-gg-‘s don’t hear me til i get it trippin’ now you hit with the semi
i’m puttin’ in a clip and i’m a rip til it’s empty
i’m pointing at your head and you can’t run cause you stranded
you f-cking with a savage and my rug will do damage
i give you the package, i give you the work
i’m an og smoker i don’t f-ck with the purp
i embarr-ss these n-gg-‘s now they call me the jerk
these joke -ss n-gg-‘s ain’t putting in work
meanwhile i go to work with my name on my shirt
cause you know i gotta get it cause i came from the dirt
mamma said bless them i’m a take them to church
now i’m schooling these n-gg-‘s better tuck in your shirt
now my main b-tch keep a shank in the purse
cause you won’t catch me slipping she gon’ cut you first
i’m always strapped it was under my shirt
move and get merked now your face on the shirt
simmie be the n-gg- leave beats in the he-rs-
it’s a lyrical race and i just came in first
i let my money talk i can never converse
to a lame -ss n-gg- who can never convert
to a real -ss n-gg- that you hear on this verse
i give it to you live you just heard that sh-t first
i’m a give your b-tch some water and she keep with the thirst
i’m a make your b-tch my b-tch and keep my work in the purse
stunt on my haters i ball like the lakers
dunking on haters i’m tall as the rim if i stand on my paper
i came to eat but i’m serving these n-gg-‘s like i am the waiter
call tony hawk cause i’m grinding i’m grinding like i am a skater
ducking the cops i’m a speed in my foreign like i am a racer
if it’s beef then i eat you up later
we can’t speak if it ain’t about paper
cause all of my n-gg-‘s want it
all of my n-gg-‘s on it
all of my n-gg-‘s ready
they like where the f-ck my opponent
they comin and now you running
bandcamp drummers drumming
headcount hunters hunting
grindtime countin hundreds
flex time h-lla stunting
loudpack smell like onions
marked up h-lla mugging
gold teeth h-lla thugging
in the cut rolling up something
black shades on i ain’t worried about nothing
smoking og you ain’t got what i’m puffing
that straight from the plug and i told him to stuff it no seeds when i cop it
gotta stay lowkey cause them haters is watching
but you n-gg-‘s don’t get it so i’m changing the topic
i’m on my own plane smoking blunts in the c-ckpit
my hitters pop sh-t you duck and drop sh-t
eyes on me on my 2pac sh-t
feelin’ like hitman on my two glock sh-t
i’m trying to keep cool like too hot sh-t
so i’m chillin in the pool with like 2 hot chicks
i’ve been in the game i’m the rap mike vick
flow too sick got haters looking sick
n-gg-‘s falling off they ain’t sticking to the script
i ain’t falling off i’m a keep it on my hip
king of the south but my name ain’t tip
got your b-tch in my ride and we going for a trip
if you look me in my eyes you gon’ see i never trip
i roll up a blunt puff pip, blessed with the gift to spit lyrical clips
my mind flips i load up and spit mind clips
now i forgot how i got here but i ain’t worried about that
[?] be i be back
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