Sim-Simmy

**** know I shoot like John Wicky

Ride with the blicky

When we see him, make it sticky

Run, Ricky

We the ones make 'em run, Ricky

Thirty shot blicky

We the ones giving ficky

Shit busy

We the ones see him get busy

We the ones spin into it dizzy

Pick it 'til it's empty

We the ones running through your city

I'm a shot ****, come get with me

Know this pussy on the low, see me and get low

I just got the low, now I'm 'bout to go

**** put shit on the hot, they see me, try to hide

They say they outside, but they never outside

I'm really outside, I'm really with the gods

I'm really gettin' fried, smoking **** that died

We hit him in his head, now that **** sped

He lucky he ain't dead 'cause we hit him in his head

I'm really with it, eat it, eat it, eat it, uh

Real, real skeezer, uh

Guacamole willy, she gon' eat up on my semen, uh

I'm really with it, eat it, eat it, eat it, uh

I'm really with it, eat it, eat it, eat it, uh

Sim-Simmy

**** know I shoot like John Wicky

Ride with the blicky

When we see him, make it sticky

Run, Ricky

We the ones make 'em run, Ricky

Thirty shot blicky

We the ones giving ficky

Shit busy

We the ones see him get busy

We the ones spin into it dizzy

Pick it 'til it's empty

We the ones running through your city

I'm a shot ****, come get with me