Lyrics Og Simmie - Yung Simmie

Og Simmie

A money getter no beginner
I make it a hot winter, my niggas gorillas
They chest bigger, my checks bigger
You next nigga, why you tryna flex nigga?
I’m never worried about the next nigga, on to the next nigga
She gon' cry if I tell her she can’t get a picture
I’m legendary don’t compare me to these rap niggas
I’m way slicker, my bars iller, my balls bigger
I’m still the same I never change like y’all niggas
Big blunts when we smoke we call 'em Godzilla
I’m prolly steppin out the fog nigga
I’m prolly sprintin' to the money, I can’t jog with ya
And I can never save a bitch I ain’t God nigga
The underdog, they tried to crop me out the big picture
The Holocaust, I’m killin' rap niggas call me Hitler
I make 'em dinner, a real Florida nigga, I don’t smoke swishers
Backwoods with some OG in it, a OG in it, I’m talkin bout the game
They gon switch on you when they think that you change
And if you still smokin haze we ain’t on the same page
I had to take a step back 'cause I’m ahead of my days
I got money on my brain
And you just another lame
I roll blunts and take planes, you do it for the fame
I stack the money, I can never change
Gotta stay true to the game
I’m leanin on a four, smokin dope, white bitch doin' coke
Ashes on my coat, she give me throat, then she gotta go
You know I’m still a hood nigga, backwoods from the corner store
Ridin through the hood, tinted windows, I be sittin low
I might pull up on your bitch, that’s a hit and go
I blow the smoke and disappear like a magic show
Micheal Jackson I got moves on the dance floor
If you talkin money it’s in my pocket where my hands go
No competition when I’m diggin in my bag
Lyrical clips I’m sendin' shots that you never had
All facts, I don’t like to brag
I be rollin jet fuel, real smokers smoke straight gas
I’m so sick I might sneeze on the track
Got shorty texting me like, «When you comin back?»
When I’m done chasin racks and that will be never
I gotta stay solid, this niggas soft as my leather
I’m twistin up like propellers
I’m bout my cheese no mozzarella
And you ain’t ever met a fella that is 'bout whatever
I make competition with myself gettin better
I make a hater kill himself, I’ll buy the stretcher
Yeah, don’t understand?
Nigga take a seat
Chasin after me is like chasin a dream in your sleep
Yeah, and you can never be hot as me
I’m smokin blunts with the devil on this balcony
I’m leanin off a four, smokin dope, white bitch doin' coke
Ashes on my coat, she give me throat, then she gotta go
You know I’m still a hood nigga, backwoods from the corner store
Ridin through the hood, tinted windows, I be sittin low