Og Simmie - Yung Simmie

A money getter no beginner

I make it a hot winter, my niggas gorillas

They chest bigger, my checks bigger

You next nigga, why you tryna flex nigga?

I’m never worried about the next nigga, on to the next nigga

She gon' cry if I tell her she can’t get a picture

I’m legendary don’t compare me to these rap niggas

I’m way slicker, my bars iller, my balls bigger

I’m still the same I never change like y’all niggas

Big blunts when we smoke we call 'em Godzilla

I’m prolly steppin out the fog nigga

I’m prolly sprintin' to the money, I can’t jog with ya

And I can never save a bitch I ain’t God nigga

The underdog, they tried to crop me out the big picture

The Holocaust, I’m killin' rap niggas call me Hitler

I make 'em dinner, a real Florida nigga, I don’t smoke swishers

Backwoods with some OG in it, a OG in it, I’m talkin bout the game

They gon switch on you when they think that you change

And if you still smokin haze we ain’t on the same page

I had to take a step back 'cause I’m ahead of my days

I got money on my brain

And you just another lame

I roll blunts and take planes, you do it for the fame

I stack the money, I can never change

Gotta stay true to the game

I’m leanin on a four, smokin dope, white bitch doin' coke

Ashes on my coat, she give me throat, then she gotta go

You know I’m still a hood nigga, backwoods from the corner store

Ridin through the hood, tinted windows, I be sittin low

I might pull up on your bitch, that’s a hit and go

I blow the smoke and disappear like a magic show

Micheal Jackson I got moves on the dance floor

If you talkin money it’s in my pocket where my hands go

No competition when I’m diggin in my bag

Lyrical clips I’m sendin' shots that you never had

All facts, I don’t like to brag

I be rollin jet fuel, real smokers smoke straight gas

I’m so sick I might sneeze on the track

Got shorty texting me like, «When you comin back?»

When I’m done chasin racks and that will be never

I gotta stay solid, this niggas soft as my leather

I’m twistin up like propellers

I’m bout my cheese no mozzarella

And you ain’t ever met a fella that is 'bout whatever

I make competition with myself gettin better

I make a hater kill himself, I’ll buy the stretcher

Yeah, don’t understand?

Nigga take a seat

Chasin after me is like chasin a dream in your sleep

Yeah, and you can never be hot as me

I’m smokin blunts with the devil on this balcony

I’m leanin off a four, smokin dope, white bitch doin' coke

Ashes on my coat, she give me throat, then she gotta go

You know I’m still a hood nigga, backwoods from the corner store

Ridin through the hood, tinted windows, I be sittin low