[Verse 1: Yung Simmie]
I kill a motherfucker with a sword
Pull up on a n***a when I'm bored
Soon as you open the door
The smoke is galore
Bad bitches all on the floor
She fucking want more
My n***as is thuggin' is nothin'
Pistols is bustin, you runnin'
I been about hundreds, hundred
Fuck it I go huntin'
Smokin' pine like I burned down the forest
And you can't ignore it
The kush see I blow it
You pussy I know it
You rookie, I pro it
Yo' bitch got chosen
Now she blowin', O's and taken pose
The coke is in the nose
And she feelin' pretty so she pose
I'm sippin drank 'till I dose, off
I'm my own boss
I can't take a loss, Rick Ross
We stop, smoke break then I'm back to the cake
I've been on my hustle can't wait
A skinny n***a but I'm still a heavyweight
And I look like my moms in the face
If you ever try my mom then my palms in your face
Bitch, I go deep you in the lake
I pull off in the G, fuck brakes
I gotta keep it 103 fuckface
Imma roll me up a fatty, that's a blunt to the face
[Verse 2: Yung Simmie]
I got yo' bitch, blowin' me up
But, I gotta keep it movin' ain't no slowin' me up
Simmie be that n***a when he rap he throw up
I prefer, 2 cups, 2 blunts, and 4 sluts
I post up, like a bball game
I ain't talkin' toothpaste but I got aim
Step on your toupée cause yo' top off
Boy you need to catch up, cause I been had sauce
N***a think he on he will get knocked off
Bitch, I am the gatekeeper, ain't no gettin' locked out
I know I'm a vet got time on my belt
I hope you got yo' heater cause mines on my belt
I fly by myself
Cause if I do the crime, I do time by myself
You just lied to yourself
I've been in that water, the rap Michael Phelps