Simp!!

I cannot fuck with that boy
He a simp
I got a pet like a krimp
I got the gas like a blimp
I smoke a L till I limp
Ya
Make that boy missing like
"Se" in the glimp
I'm used to talking my shit
Bitch
I rockout my rocketship whip
The sugar won't rockout
It's not in the fridge
She got the toys
Not for the kids
I'm with the clique
We totin them glocks
We just caught him slippin
It is what it is
(It is what it is)
It is what it is for you
I do not do what them people do
I'm at the pop up
Like peek a boo
Cashin out
Celly they say that's the Meech in you

Way that she suckin the dick
That's the leach in you
Way that in sit in the dress
That's the peach in you
I get the guap like a preacher do
She gonna reach for the dick
Like a reacher do
I peeped that you peepin me
Peepin you
I walk in with shawty
The party next door
I keep you around
I like freakin you
We start on the bed
And end on the floor
Invite to the telly
We party and shit
The weapons are all in the closet
Cup of that purple
That baller
I'm at PV
but my swishers from Waller
I'm at PV
I got issues in Waller
I got titanium links on
Them bands on his neck
They gone sit like a collar

I cannot fuck with that boy
He a simp
I got a pet like a krimp
I got the gas like a blimp
I smoke a L till I limp
Ya
Make that boy missing like
"Se" in the glimp
I'm used to talking my shit
Bitch
I rockout my rocketship whip
The sugar won't rockout
It's not in the fridge
She got the toys
Not for the kids
I'm with the clique
We totin them glocks
We just caught him slippin
It is what it is
(It is what it is)
It is what it is for you
I do not do what them people do
I'm at the pop up
Like peek a boo
Cashin out
Celly they say that's the Meech in you

Gotta connect
To the Columbian
But he's a neo Nazi
And we gamble
With deluxe edition Yahtzee
We might garrote your throat
Like you Luca Brasi
I'm at the Grotto
I order risotto
And then tell the waiter "Grazie"
Interior potato
That Alfa Romeo
Still leanin like Pisa
Out with my posse

I cannot fuck with that boy
He a simp
I got a pet like a krimp
I got the gas like a blimp
I smoke a L till I limp
Ya
Make that boy missing like
"Se" in the glimp
I'm used to talking my shit
Bitch
I rockout my rocketship whip
The sugar won't rockout
It's not in the fridge
She got the toys
Not for the kids
I'm with the clique
We totin them glocks
We just caught him slippin
It is what it is
(It is what it is)
It is what it is for you
I do not do what them people do
I'm at the pop up
Like peek a boo
Cashin out
Celly they say that's the Meech in you



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Writer(s): Joshua Burrell
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