Simon Says lyrics

f*ck these hoes, they're all the same (yeah)
Man, I could say a couple names (ah)
But Vic don't ever kiss and tell (yeah)
And he don't ever snitch as well (ah)
I know we ain't even talked in days (yeah)
I know we ain't even talked today

Girl, I'm just tryna study, tryna concentrate, concentrate
But she the kinda thot I can't get out my brain
Never gave a f*ck what Simon say
All y'all n*ggas fake
I'm the realest n*gga born in '98.
All my n*ggas swang
All y'all n*ggas lame
All these hoes the same
All these n*ggas broke
All these b*tches cheap as talk, man, that's a shame

I'm just tryna have a good time
I'm just tryna have a good time
I'm just tryna set the mood right
I'm a red flag to a bull's eye
I ain't smoke weed in a blue sky
Been a minute since a n*gga had a good time
I'm the type that hate saying good-bye
You the type that bring a gun to a food fight
Snitches gon' be snitches
Hoes gon' be hoes, yeah
Thanks to the fame it done turned my friends into foes
Gotta keep 'em on their toes,
Gotta keep my eyes on the road
When I die where am I gon' go?
Man, that's something only God knows

I'm at it again, I'm at it again
Ain't got no feelings, ain't got no friends
I like being alone, you don't understand
My granny is sick, my uncle is late
My sister just passed, I swear I'm in pain
You think I'm playing? You think this a game?
I mean what I say, I think I'm insane
Don't like where I stay, my addy is lame
My momma is drained, yeah

She wake up she pray, pretend she okay
She fasting, she prayin' but ain't nothing changed
Things still the same but she ain't lost faith
My dad need a break, yeah (My dad need a)
He ain't rested in days, he chasing that pape, yeah
He got a good job but, f*ck, it don't pay sh*t

Life's short as motherf*cker
And everybody know, yeah, everybody know
So is you hot or cold? Is you yes or no?
Most them Christians warm, where do Christians go?
Blame it on yourself it ain't nobody's fault
Tryna get the dough, man, I'm so f*cking broke
Don't live by the law, I don't live by no code
You live by the sword, you die by the sword
I'm just tryna have a good time
I'm jus tryna have a good time
I'm just tryna set the mood right
I'm a red flag to a bull's eye
I ain't smoke weed in a blue sky
Been a minute since a n*gga had a good time
I'm the type that hates saying good-bye
You the type that bring a gun to a food fight

It's Vic Apollo Baby!