#Fuckasimp (feat. SICKSKUM)
Pillow talkin' ass nigga, yeah, I know that boy be simpin'
Pull out the Glock, bet that nigga listen
All of the ho's wanna fuck Christian
Christian Dior, nigga, I be drippin'
You fuckin' with whores, nigga, that's a risk, yeah
You fuck with opps when they steadin' blastin'
She gave me the top, we don't do no kissin'
I got the drip for the season
She gon' throw me the w.a.p. then I'm leavin'
I see the Prada, I cop for no reason
Lil' thotty bitch wanna swallow my semen
Big drip, put that shit on my clothes
Real nigga, I can't switch on the bros
I got a Glock for all of my foes
That nigga crazy with shit in his nose
Got two shooters and those niggas Indian
I'm in the trap, nigga, bring the glizzy in
I'll never stop until I get a million
Stain nigga, boy, you bringin' this shit in
Bitch nigga lookin' wack
And back in the day I was servin' packs
She lick on my balls, she lick on my sack
I got a stick on me, bitch, I'ma blast
I got a bitch on me, look in the back
She wanna come over, she send me a text
That lil' nigga talking, pull up with the TEC
Heard she wanna kiss, already gave me the neck
If you're not giving neck, then you gotta go
(Well bye, nigga) Bitch, adiós
Nigga talking, I pull out the shotty-o
Now that nigga pissed, he need a potty, bro
If you talk down on Skum, you trippin'
Bitch, I'm chillin', it's me and lil' Christian
Bitch comin' in, but she's hot like the summer
Moncler, it's hot like a sauna
She fuckin' with Skum and the SSG
It's Prada kicks every day of the week
She don't wanna talk man the back of the D
It's chrome hearts, spend my money real gently
Bitch no good gotta throw
I'm from the DMV, fuck a nigga talkin' 'bout?
Look at they ass like a Perc 30
Oh he runnin' up? We waking up early
That choppa gon' get 'em like he a lil' birdie
Don't need a wallet, bitch, I got a backpack
Oh, that was his girl, I didn't mean to tap that
Oh, he gettin' pressure, bitch, you better back, back
762, nigga, we got that
Turn the bitch fine, kinda short
Got some bricks, we can work
What my nigga Christian say? Ayy, yeah
.30 on me, I ain't talkin' no Perc
Oh he pullin' up? Well nigga, let's work
I got my ex and he gon' make it twerk
I needed these Rick Owens and they hurt, ha
Pull out the Glock, bet that nigga listen
All of the ho's wanna fuck Christian
Christian Dior, nigga, I be drippin'
You fuckin' with whores, nigga, that's a risk, yeah
You fuck with opps when they steadin' blastin'
She gave me the top, we don't do no kissin'
I got the drip for the season
She gon' throw me the w.a.p. then I'm leavin'
I see the Prada, I cop for no reason
Lil' thotty bitch wanna swallow my semen
Big drip, put that shit on my clothes
Real nigga, I can't switch on the bros
I got a Glock for all of my foes
That nigga crazy with shit in his nose
Got two shooters and those niggas Indian
I'm in the trap, nigga, bring the glizzy in
I'll never stop until I get a million
Stain nigga, boy, you bringin' this shit in
Bitch nigga lookin' wack
And back in the day I was servin' packs
She lick on my balls, she lick on my sack
I got a stick on me, bitch, I'ma blast
I got a bitch on me, look in the back
She wanna come over, she send me a text
That lil' nigga talking, pull up with the TEC
Heard she wanna kiss, already gave me the neck
If you're not giving neck, then you gotta go
(Well bye, nigga) Bitch, adiós
Nigga talking, I pull out the shotty-o
Now that nigga pissed, he need a potty, bro
If you talk down on Skum, you trippin'
Bitch, I'm chillin', it's me and lil' Christian
Bitch comin' in, but she's hot like the summer
Moncler, it's hot like a sauna
She fuckin' with Skum and the SSG
It's Prada kicks every day of the week
She don't wanna talk man the back of the D
It's chrome hearts, spend my money real gently
Bitch no good gotta throw
I'm from the DMV, fuck a nigga talkin' 'bout?
Look at they ass like a Perc 30
Oh he runnin' up? We waking up early
That choppa gon' get 'em like he a lil' birdie
Don't need a wallet, bitch, I got a backpack
Oh, that was his girl, I didn't mean to tap that
Oh, he gettin' pressure, bitch, you better back, back
762, nigga, we got that
Turn the bitch fine, kinda short
Got some bricks, we can work
What my nigga Christian say? Ayy, yeah
.30 on me, I ain't talkin' no Perc
Oh he pullin' up? Well nigga, let's work
I got my ex and he gon' make it twerk
I needed these Rick Owens and they hurt, ha
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Writer(s): Christian Williams
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