CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Simba
Hell nah, I ain't working on my right hook
First cla** bullets in this stick, get?yo?flight booked
On the?block with it, I ain't throwin'?sky hooks
If it ain't the Fraud Bible, you ain't in the right book
You must like Polo G 'cause you cap a lot
I ain't talkin' fight when I punch, I ain't gotta box
My b*t*h watch for FedEx, I ain't gotta watch
And, yes, I know it's our time, I don't need a watch
Lyin' to these hoes, you can call me Simba
Jukin' like a Heisman, b*t*h, watch me spin 'em
It was thirty in this clip, now it's thirty in him
He ain't die, give him twelve more, James Worthy in 'em
Aye, watch me cook this old b*t*h, take her whole pension
N***a, watch me rob yo favorite rapper, take his gold pendant
Huh, I'm the one make this scammin' sh*t start trending
Huh, I'm the one smack the driver 'cause he ain't do the limit
F**k a mask, boy, my shooter go ape in Bape
Scorchin' with the slides in store, boy, I'm eight for eight
Max stamina so don't pa** me no Gatorade
Caught a opp, turned him Spider-Man, made him fade away
They gon' slide, hit the alley, watch 'em switch the plate
I'm just wandering if your pockets really ever ate
Been on my grind but do it look like I used to skate?
Told that b*t*h I got something for her if she runnin' late
Relationship? B*t*h, you better pump your breaks
I just wanna use your Chase and prolly f**k your face
My b*t*h got a strap bussin' like she Young M.A
201 slammin' every beat, about a hundred straight
Cook boy in front of that preacher, amazing grace
Huh, closed casket, we hit him all in the face
Huh, I just got a fake check, it's from BOA
Told that b*t*h I work for State Farm, b*t*h, my name Jake
Huh, 4-1-4-7-2-0, huh
Boy, that's the bin that got me on
Huh, 5-1-5-6-7-4, huh
That's the day a n***a brought a hundred home
Square up with you? I ain't SpongeBob
Punch in from deep but the slide did a touchdown
Ho in my blood? Hell nah, it ain't one ounce
I ain't talkin' biceps when I say the guns out
Had to quit the sidewalkin', now I'm roadrunnin'
Feel like Magic Mike through this b*t*h, how I'm pole clutchin'
Took dawg out the game like he broke somethin'
Said I'm the GOAT, man, this lil' b*t*h must know somethin'
I'm like a b*t*h with a strict dad, n***as can't f**k with me
Boy, this sh*t was all hustle, ain't no luck with me
Feelin' like that Greek muhf**ka, got some bucks with me
B*t*h caught me cheatin' but she know that she stuck with me
Ha-ha, and I might just scam you, bro
Put a shell in his back, Michelangelo
Used to be down, now I'm turnt, b*t*h, I'm hammin' hoes
I don't panic, bro, slide a piece and then I vanish, bro
You know this ain't pop, what you reachin' for my Fanta for?
You know I'm getting money, b*t*h, I hang with Giffy Rubio
When it's beef, yo a** only slidin' in the studio
B*t*h, I touch down in the A, feel like Julio
Punchin' like a ninja, feel like Naruto
This ain't a wax pen but I'll let the cartridge blow
Campin' out in yo lawn like a garden gnome
Play hoodie on the only time that my heart gon' show
First cla** bullets in this stick, get?yo?flight booked
On the?block with it, I ain't throwin'?sky hooks
If it ain't the Fraud Bible, you ain't in the right book
You must like Polo G 'cause you cap a lot
I ain't talkin' fight when I punch, I ain't gotta box
My b*t*h watch for FedEx, I ain't gotta watch
And, yes, I know it's our time, I don't need a watch
Lyin' to these hoes, you can call me Simba
Jukin' like a Heisman, b*t*h, watch me spin 'em
It was thirty in this clip, now it's thirty in him
He ain't die, give him twelve more, James Worthy in 'em
Aye, watch me cook this old b*t*h, take her whole pension
N***a, watch me rob yo favorite rapper, take his gold pendant
Huh, I'm the one make this scammin' sh*t start trending
Huh, I'm the one smack the driver 'cause he ain't do the limit
F**k a mask, boy, my shooter go ape in Bape
Scorchin' with the slides in store, boy, I'm eight for eight
Max stamina so don't pa** me no Gatorade
Caught a opp, turned him Spider-Man, made him fade away
They gon' slide, hit the alley, watch 'em switch the plate
I'm just wandering if your pockets really ever ate
Been on my grind but do it look like I used to skate?
Told that b*t*h I got something for her if she runnin' late
Relationship? B*t*h, you better pump your breaks
I just wanna use your Chase and prolly f**k your face
My b*t*h got a strap bussin' like she Young M.A
201 slammin' every beat, about a hundred straight
Cook boy in front of that preacher, amazing grace
Huh, closed casket, we hit him all in the face
Huh, I just got a fake check, it's from BOA
Told that b*t*h I work for State Farm, b*t*h, my name Jake
Huh, 4-1-4-7-2-0, huh
Boy, that's the bin that got me on
Huh, 5-1-5-6-7-4, huh
That's the day a n***a brought a hundred home
Square up with you? I ain't SpongeBob
Punch in from deep but the slide did a touchdown
Ho in my blood? Hell nah, it ain't one ounce
I ain't talkin' biceps when I say the guns out
Had to quit the sidewalkin', now I'm roadrunnin'
Feel like Magic Mike through this b*t*h, how I'm pole clutchin'
Took dawg out the game like he broke somethin'
Said I'm the GOAT, man, this lil' b*t*h must know somethin'
I'm like a b*t*h with a strict dad, n***as can't f**k with me
Boy, this sh*t was all hustle, ain't no luck with me
Feelin' like that Greek muhf**ka, got some bucks with me
B*t*h caught me cheatin' but she know that she stuck with me
Ha-ha, and I might just scam you, bro
Put a shell in his back, Michelangelo
Used to be down, now I'm turnt, b*t*h, I'm hammin' hoes
I don't panic, bro, slide a piece and then I vanish, bro
You know this ain't pop, what you reachin' for my Fanta for?
You know I'm getting money, b*t*h, I hang with Giffy Rubio
When it's beef, yo a** only slidin' in the studio
B*t*h, I touch down in the A, feel like Julio
Punchin' like a ninja, feel like Naruto
This ain't a wax pen but I'll let the cartridge blow
Campin' out in yo lawn like a garden gnome
Play hoodie on the only time that my heart gon' show
