Hell of a Simp (feat. Tc $uper)

No new friend, brand new plain yeah,

Roll me grab, put some drink in my Fanta

I got a whole lot tucked in, so me still pray to God I don't kill myself

I can't depend on no big homie, I beat the odds I do it myself

These **** talk a lot of bullshit, I swear that they can't feel this pain

I'm tryna buy me big bentega, show a fuck **** I stay in my lane

I got a whole lot tucked in, so I pray to God I don't kill myself

I smoke a opp early morning, Sunday, still go to church just to heal myself

You fucking with super, you know it's a coup

Try get one up on me, I even the score

I ain't the same **** you knew from before

These **** didn't switch up, I stick to the code

I freestyle the album they biting my flow

I woke up for breakfast it's filet mignon

Your brother Tekashi, your brother gon snitch

My brother rock solid, my brother legit

I fuck with some shottas I call in the hit

They try sneak up on me I came with a blitz

They say that young **** one hell of a Simp

But still can't believe lots of shit that I did

That pussy **** he a hell of a Simp

I run up on em and I cook him like grits

We gon pull up on em, we gon' Empty the clip

Got the windows tinted bout' a hundred percent

Got the foreign running so we hop in the vette

Running through this bitches like my name was

If you looking for me imma pull up and shoot

I got real gorillas who going to school

What I'm sipping expensive can't mix it with juice

Shout out **** tobias, he got me a stu

I ain't falling In love I can't fuck with no bitch

All these **** be pussy they talking talking like bitches

Whip push to start no key in ignition

Say you got money but **** you kidding

Don't know nobody trap like me In my city

Since 2017 man, a **** still winning

Watch when you speak, I ain't taking no gimmicks

Only drop hits men **** no kisses

Tryna' get a bag all on my own

Tryna' be the best that I can be

Hating ass **** wanna see me fold

Cause I got green like broccoli

say they got nothing but love for me

Say they gon go to war for me

Trap on the block I was serving the feins

I need the chicken with onion rings

I hit up Zirhi, he sent me a beat

I hit up TC, he send me a feature

Want it I got it, don't need a receipt

Fuck on that bitch and I gotta delete her

Sipping on act tune a pint to a liter

She loving me for the way that I treat her

Ice on her neck keep her cool like freezer