Yung Smokey (Freestyle) - Yung Simmie

Big blunts only

Bad bitches only

Real niggas in the building

Fake niggas couldn’t feel it

So we get high no limit

Speed by drop top we winning

You standing outside, we in it

So real I’m so authentic

Murder man just waiting on a killing

I got kush for actors, Bruce Willis

Kill you and your siblings

You ain’t getting no money, why you chillin?

Your bitch ain’t bad why you with her

She always mad with the cock blockin' sister

Roll up my weed or I will dismiss her

I’m a real pimp and I never will kiss her

Taken everything it’s a stick up

I got whatcha need from the livery to the pick up

Weed got no seeds boy I’m smoking on heaven

She told me I’m the one but together we are eleven

House party flow we mad bring the seven

Real nigga shit all dawgs got to heaven

J’s on my feet, got the space jam eleven

Stay so fly, make room I’m landing

Bad bitches only, don’t ask I demand it

I be wilding out, flexing, styling out

When I step out gotta bring the mamis out

On the west cooling but I’m coming from the south

Young dread head with them golds in his mouth

Simmie is the nigga that I told you about

Who will take your girlfriend

Now his hand up her blouse