Big Simpin’

Aye
Ok ok ok ok
Yeah your bitch wanna fuck, holup
Bust all on her gut yeah
What what what what what what what what

Pull out the mother fucking strap
I’m finna tap
That niggas just brain be wack
Who else be tryna get clap
Applause and all that
Like nigga I always got gats
He said he want smoke but he cap
His life is an act
You can tell that he fake when he rap
I put 30-5 on the map
When he do that
I put him to sleep with the Mac
I finessed his bitch while popping molly at the club
He so pussy he can’t even rap bout being thug
Why he salty I fill up his body with some slugs
This nigga simpin spending all that money for a hug
He threatening with a gun but son I got guns too
He wanting some peace but I’m flaming his ass like Sun Tzu
I’m running and gunning that’s something I do cuz fuck you
His bitch is a party thottie doing hella drugs fool
Fuck you
It is too lovely to say just once
He def not book smart and on the streets he a dunce
He got dollars and a strap I got bands and hella drums
He puffin on a joint but I’m smoking these big blunts

He Big simpin spending gs
Yeah this Bitch simpin spending cheese
Big simpin spending gs
Yeah this Bitch simpin spending cheese

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