Fire & Fury - Yung Simmie, Rell

No love in these streets so I show none

I just left my old bitch for a new one

I’m on my basic shit, and you hate this shit

I’m a dog, eat it up like it’s bacon bits

You put a molly in the drink tryna rape the bitch

My bitch bring me other bitches like ‘Choose a bitch'

I’m too legit, i’m looking for a crown that fit

And a pint of that lean so I can down that shit

I upgrade my bitch, never save a bitch

I make her give me all the money that you gave the bitch

I pull off in the whip with the limo tint

Simmie The Menace, don’t fuck with him

If you fuck with him, that’s bad luck for you

My hittas is lurking, merkin', so what you gon do

I pull up, it’s closed curtain for you and your crew

I’m balling like Michael Jordan, my name on my shoe

You shooting but you ain’t scoring, I’m laughing at you

I came from the dirt, I got mud on my shoes

Spending money on drugs, but I pay my dues

Breaking the rules, I was that dude that hated going to school

I had to find my grind, made love to my pen, had shit on my mind

Now everything make ‘sense', I ain’t dropping a dime

I got lyrical clips ready for wartime

Time to detonate, hit the kill switch

See me duckin' everyday, a nigga hood rich

Freaky bitch up in my whip, im finna get her too

She get to biting on my lip, that pussy pink and blue

Money moves is all I know, when you stuck, glitch

I can give you the directions, no need a compass

Smoking fire full of fury, you won’t have a clue

When I get to bending corners like a rhombus

So run bitch, better sprint when I drum bitch

I’m too legit, and I eliminate any competit

Competition ain’t an issue, i’m the dominant

I need a piece of every plate like a condiment

Follow this imma prowl, creep in the night, see I move slow

Heel leach in my eye, draining my soul

Never sleep on the vibe, I touch goal

Niggas green, geico, I-M-O

In my opinion, people want me to give em a break

I see the crooked in you niggas, you know that i’m straight

I hit the book, I leave the pencil, i’m feeling too safe

We totin' missiles like the army, NWA

Fuck out the way, something to say

From west to the bank, still I flip the pack

Never complaint, no I might hit you till the skrilla gon' feel us

275 Ain’t no other gang