Sim Lyrics

Yuh, I been walking 'round with a, whatcha call it?

Fifty rounds on that motherfucker, don't know what to call it

You better pray somebody catch you when you falling

Ring ring, twenty missed calls, money calling

You thought you was the shit, steady stalling

And ain't no way you been that guy, cuz bitch I'm him

Yeah, don't fuck with you, don't fuck with them

Monkey see and monkey do, you acting like a sim

Big Drac' on me

Walking with a limp

Try and take it from me

Smoke em like a zip

You think cuz you got hella hoes that you a pimp?

I know some niggas trapping bitches out the gym

Shhhh, top secret info

I can't share with you, you not my gang, you not my kinfolk

You the typa nigga blow your money on a bimbo

Claiming that you super rich, we know that you been broke

(Haaa)

Your man a joke, come fuck with a real one

Perc up in my bodyodyody, I can't feel nun

I'm just tryna drill sum

Freaked up, geeked up

Plotting on a million

Laid back feet up

You don't know the feeling

But you could though

Had to get up out them streets

Still love the hood though

Now my music all around the world Euro

I been doing great, doing fine, doing good hoe

I been walking 'round with a, whatcha call it?

Fifty rounds on that motherfucker, don't know what to call it

You better pray somebody catch you when you falling

Ring ring, twenty missed calls, money calling

You thought you was the shit, steady stalling

And ain't no way you been that guy, cuz bitch I'm him

Yeah, don't fuck with you, don't fuck with them

Monkey see and monkey do, you acting like a sim