Dead Beat - Yung Simmie

Man these nigga’s faker than silicon titties

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 dick 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 nigga’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 fucking 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 fuck with the purp

I embarrass these nigga’s now they call me the jerk

These joke ass nigga’s ain’t putting in work

Meanwhile I go to work like 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 nigga’s better tuck in your shirt

Now my main bitch 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 nigga leave beats in the hearse

It’s a lyrical race and I just came in first

I let my money talk I can never converse

To a lame ass nigga who can never convert

To a real ass nigga that you hear on this verse

I give it to you live you just heard that shit first

I’m a give your bitch some water and she keep with the thirst

I’m a make your bitch my bitch and keep my work in her 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 nigga’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 nigga’s want it

All of my nigga’s on it

All of my nigga’s ready

They like where the fuck my opponent

They comin and now you running

Bandcamp drummers drumming

Headcount hunters hunting

Grindtime countin hundreds

Flex time hella stunting

Loudpack smell like onions

Marked up hella mugging

Gold teeth hella 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 nigga’s don’t get it so I’m changing the topic

I’m on my own plane smoking blunts in the cockpit

My hitters pop shit you duck and drop shit

Eyes on me on my 2Pac shit

Feelin' like Hitman on my two Glock shit

I’m trying to keep cool like too hot shit

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

Nigga’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 bitch 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 piff, 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

Hold this dead beat I’ll be back