Hell of a Simp ft. Tc $uper Lyrics

No new friend, brand new plain yeah,

Roll me grab, put some drink in my Fanta

I got a whole lot tucked in, so me still pray to God I don't kill myself

I can't depend on no big homie, I beat the odds I do it myself

These niggas talk a lot of bullshit, I swear that they can't feel this pain

I'm tryna buy me big bentega, show a fuck nigga I stay in my lane

I got a whole lot tucked in, so I pray to God I don't kill myself

I smoke a opp early morning, Sunday, still go to church just to heal myself

You fucking with super, you know it's a coup

Try get one up on me, I even the score

I ain't the same nigga you knew from before

These niggas didn't switch up, I stick to the code

I freestyle the album they biting my flow

I woke up for breakfast it's filet mignon

Your brother Tekashi, your brother gon snitch

My brother rock solid, my brother legit

I fuck with some shottas I call in the hit

They try sneak up on me I came with a blitz

They say that young nigga one hell of a Simp

But still can't believe lots of shit that I did

That pussy nigga he a hell of a Simp

I run up on em and I cook him like grits

We gon pull up on em, we gon' Empty the clip

Got the windows tinted bout' a hundred percent

Got the foreign running so we hop in the vette

Running through this bitches like my name was

If you looking for me imma pull up and shoot

I got real gorillas who going to school

What I'm sipping expensive can't mix it with juice

Shout out nigga tobias, he got me a stu

I ain't falling In love I can't fuck with no bitch

All these Niggas be pussy they talking talking like bitches

Whip push to start no key in ignition

Say you got money but nigga you kidding

Don't know nobody trap like me In my city

Since 2017 man, a nigga still winning

Watch when you speak, I ain't taking no gimmicks

Only drop hits men nigga no kisses

Tryna' get a bag all on my own

Tryna' be the best that I can be

Hating ass Niggas wanna see me fold

Cause I got green like broccoli

say they got nothing but love for me

Say they gon go to war for me

Trap on the block I was serving the feins

I need the chicken with onion rings

I hit up Zirhi, he sent me a beat

I hit up TC, he send me a feature

Want it I got it, don't need a receipt

Fuck on that bitch and I gotta delete her

Sipping on act tune a pint to a liter

She loving me for the way that I treat her

Ice on her neck keep her cool like freezer