Slick Talk - Yung Simmie

I was in the back where they left me at

Nigga you don’t know me where you seen me at?

I be on the court where my team be at

You be on the sidelines where the cheerleaders be at

You know I’m always busy chasin' greenbacks

I double back, I’m the hitman with double straps

And now I got yo' chick high 'cause I got the sack

I’m switchin' lanes, doin' donuts in a Pontiac

Niggas claim they spitters where yo' bars at?

If he ain’t talkin' 'bout no money I won’t call back

I call Ricky, he pull up now yo' skull cracked

I call Momo he pull up with that big mac

I’m smokin' strong like a six pack

These niggas lie so I got no choice but to spit facts

I’m the last of my kind

I’m stackin' every penny I could never drop a dime

And I can tell when you lyin'

I’m writin' music on the plane just to make the time fly

Bitch I might do a drive-by

When I’m askin' for my money better look me in my eye

And keep it real don’t lie

Tell me how you fucked it up tryna eat the whole pie

Fake niggas I despise

I can’t even trust a chick 'cause she only want my prize

I gotta eat so I’m want the supersize

One minute they with you then they wanna scrutinize

And I don’t like to socialize

I smoke OG 'til I got the China eyes

I was smoked out before it was legalized

And I can spot a hater with my eagle eyes

And you don’t even wanna battle

From the Wild, Wild, South, I might pull up on my saddle

You know I rose out the gravel

Only God can judge me, fuck a man with a gavel

You know how I’m comin'

Bang Camp Drumming, it’s nothin'

I just, I just, you know

I could’ve killed the last two bars, but it’s Simmie Season

Niggas know what it is

I mean, bow