I'm Gone (Intro) - Yung Simmie

You know my name, look me up

Who want beef?

Let’s cook it up

I’m too high, you looking up

You see me, I’m G as fuck

Black Chucks and hoodie jackets, yeah we ratchet

He talking stupid I let him have it, it’s yours

Flow clean, do your chores

Unlock the game, I just walked through the doors

Microphone fiend, smell the kush in my pours, I be going

To another zone so hold on

And my girl tripping, I told her hold on, smoke somethin'

Wait up, I’mma roll somethin'

But really I’m looking for Mrs. Simmie

And niggas ain’t fucking with me, I tell 'em come fucking get me

Ducked off, smoking like a fucking chimney

Ya' hear me?

Opa-Locka be my city

2.7.5.

and we gritty

And niggas hate the flow, is you silly

But nigga this is mine, and I’m stingy

And nigga I get fresh and you dingy

And nigga I pop up like it’s Simmie

Man the money calling

What you waiting for?

Baby I can’t stay

I don’t like to wait

Doobie to the face

This is not a race

Baby I can’t stay

I don’t like to wait

You might see me posted up, that don’t mean I’m alone

It’s all black when I ride, but you will see the chrome

Couple shooters and they ready cause they job is to kill

So if we say go and get 'em best believe they will

And she popped the pill, so I lit the blunt

I just sit in the back, and I watch you front

Like I got the punk, dead bodies and all

See his brains on the wall when I make the call

It’s the Simmie, I go deep

Panties wet, watch her leak

I’m so geeked, I’ve seen a lot of shit

I’mma replace the pain with this money I’mma get

I get mad when I spit, I be mugging and all

It’s the Simmie like I got the nine tucked in my drawers

You don’t want the bars cause you might get hit

I’m a dog, I’m a dog, like I’m looking for Vick, shit

Real life how I go in, I ain’t got no twin