Simp!! Lyrics

I cannot fuck with that boy

He a simp

I got a pet like a krimp

I got the gas like a blimp

I smoke a L till I limp

Ya

Make that boy missing like

"Se" in the glimp

I'm used to talking my shit

Bitch

I rockout my rocketship whip

The sugar won't rockout

It's not in the fridge

She got the toys

Not for the kids

I'm with the clique

We totin them glocks

We just caught him slippin

It is what it is

(It is what it is)

It is what it is for you

I do not do what them people do

I'm at the pop up

Like peek a boo

Cashin out

Celly they say that's the Meech in you

Way that she suckin the dick

That's the leach in you

Way that in sit in the dress

That's the peach in you

I get the guap like a preacher do

She gonna reach for the dick

Like a reacher do

I peeped that you peepin me

Peepin you

I walk in with shawty

The party next door

I keep you around

I like freakin you

We start on the bed

And end on the floor

Invite to the telly

We party and shit

The weapons are all in the closet

Cup of that purple

That baller

I'm at PV

but my swishers from Waller

I'm at PV

I got issues in Waller

I got titanium links on

Them bands on his neck

They gone sit like a collar

I cannot fuck with that boy

He a simp

I got a pet like a krimp

I got the gas like a blimp

I smoke a L till I limp

Ya

Make that boy missing like

"Se" in the glimp

I'm used to talking my shit

Bitch

I rockout my rocketship whip

The sugar won't rockout

It's not in the fridge

She got the toys

Not for the kids

I'm with the clique

We totin them glocks

We just caught him slippin

It is what it is

(It is what it is)

It is what it is for you

I do not do what them people do

I'm at the pop up

Like peek a boo

Cashin out

Celly they say that's the Meech in you

Gotta connect

To the Columbian

But he's a neo Nazi

And we gamble

With deluxe edition Yahtzee

We might garrote your throat

Like you Luca Brasi

I'm at the Grotto

I order risotto

And then tell the waiter "Grazie"

Interior potato

That Alfa Romeo

Still leanin like Pisa

Out with my posse

I cannot fuck with that boy

He a simp

I got a pet like a krimp

I got the gas like a blimp

I smoke a L till I limp

Ya

Make that boy missing like

"Se" in the glimp

I'm used to talking my shit

Bitch

I rockout my rocketship whip

The sugar won't rockout

It's not in the fridge

She got the toys

Not for the kids

I'm with the clique

We totin them glocks

We just caught him slippin

It is what it is

(It is what it is)

It is what it is for you

I do not do what them people do

I'm at the pop up

Like peek a boo

Cashin out

Celly they say that's the Meech in you