SIMMY

Sim-Simmy Niggas 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 nigga, 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 Niggas 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 niggas that died We hit him in his head, now that nigga 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 Niggas 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 nigga, come get with me