Sim-Simmy
Niggas know I shoot like John Wicky
Ride with the blick
When we see him, make it sticky
Run Ricky
We the ones make him run Ricky
Thirty shot blicky
We the ones givin' ficky
Get busy
We the ones see him get busy
We the ones spin until we dizzy, uh
Click unitil it's empty
We the ones runnin' through your city
I'm outside, nigga, come get with me
You a pussy on the low, see me and get low
I just got the lo', now I'm 'bout to go
Niggas pussy 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 guys
I'm really gettin' fried, smokin' 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 hat
I'm really with it, eater, eater, eater, 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 blick
When we see him, make it sticky
Run Ricky
We the ones make him run Ricky
Thirty shot blicky
We the ones givin' ficky
Get busy
We the ones see him get busy
We the ones spin until we dizzy, uh
Click unitil it's empty
We the ones runnin' through your city
I'm outside, nigga, come get with me, yeah
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