Simba lyrics

by

StanWill


[Verse 1: StanWill]
Hell nah, I ain't working on my right hook
First class bullets in this stick, get yo flight booked
On the block with it, I ain't throwing sky hooks
If it ain't the Fraud Bible, you ain't in the right book

[Verse 2: TrDee]
You must like Polo G 'cause you cap a lot
I ain't talking fight when I punch, I ain't gotta box
My b*tch watch for FedEx, I ain't gotta watch
And, yes, I know it's our time, I don't need a watch

[Verse 3: BabyTron]
Lying to these hoes, you can call me Simba
Juking like a Heisman, b*tch, 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

[Verse 4: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Ayy, watch me cook this old b*tch, take her whole pension
n*gga, watch me rob yo favorite rapper, take his gold pendant
Huh, I'm the one make this scamming sh*t start trending
Huh, I'm the one smack the driver 'cause he ain't do the limit

[Verse 5: StanWill]
f*ck a mask, boy, my shooter go ape in BAPE
Scorching with the slides in store, boy, I'm eight for eight
Max stamina so don't pass me no Gatorade
Caught a opp, turned him Spider-Man, made him fade away
[Verse 6: TrDee]
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*tch I got something for her if she running late

[Verse 7: BabyTron]
Relationship? b*tch, you better pump yo breaks
I just wanna use yo Chase and prolly f*ck yo face
My b*tch got a strap bussin'glike she Young M.A
201 slamming, AP'd about a hunnid straight

[Verse 8: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Cook boy in front of that preacher, Amazing Grace
Huh, closed casket, yeah, we hit him all in the face
Huh, I just got a fake check, it's from BOA
Told that b*tch I work for State Farm, b*tch, 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*gga brought a hunnid home

[Verse 9: StanWill]
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 talking biceps when I say the guns out
Had to quit the sidewalking, now I'm road running
Feel like Magic Mike through this b*tch, how I'm pole clutching
Took dawg out the game like he broke something
Said I'm the GOAT? Man, this lil' b*tch must know something
[Verse 10: TrDee]
I'm like a b*tch with a strict dad, n*ggas can't f*ck with me
Boy, this sh*t was all hustle, ain't no luck with me
Feeling like that Greek motherf*cker, got some bucks with me
b*tch caught me cheating but she know that she stuck with me

[Verse 11: BabyTron]
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*tch, I'm hamming hoes
I don't panic, bro, slide a piece and then I vanish, bro

[Verse 12: TrDee]
You know this ain't pop, what you reaching for my Fanta for?
You know I'm getting money, b*tch, I hang with Giffy Rubio
When it's beef, yo ass only sliding in the studio
b*tch, I touchdown in the A, feel like Julio

[Verse 13: BabyTron]
Punching like a ninja, feel like Naruto
This ain't a wax pen but I'll let the cartridge blow
Camping out in yo lawn like a garden gnome
Play hoodie on the only time that my heart gon' show
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