Sim-Simmy

Niggas know I shoot like John Wicky

Ride with the blicky

When we see him, make it sticky

Run, Ricky

We the ones make 'em run, Ricky

Thirty shot blicky

We the ones giving ficky

Shit busy

We the ones see him get busy

We the ones spin into it dizzy

Pick it 'til it's empty

We the ones running through your city

I'm a shot nigga, come get with me

Know this p***y on the low, see me and get low

I just got the low, now I'm 'bout to go

Niggas put s**t on the hot, they see me, try to hide

They say they outside, but they never outsidе

I'm really outside, I'm really with thе gods

I'm really gettin' fried, smoking niggas that died

We hit him in his head, now that n***a sped

He lucky he ain't dead 'cause we hit him in his hat

I'm really with it, eat it, eat it, eat it, 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 blicky

When we see him, make it sticky

Run, Ricky

We the ones make 'em run, Ricky

Thirty shot blicky

We the ones giving ficky

Shit busy

We the ones see him get busy

We the ones spin into it dizzy

Pick it 'til it's empty

We the ones running through your city

I'm a shot nigga, come get with me