Yung Simmie - d**hBed Freestyle lyrics

[Verse] I pulled up, tinted windows in the black truck 8 n***as hoppin' out and they all masked up No f**s given tomorrow or yesterday I got a thug b**h, in purse she keep that pepper spray Im [?] Roll runnin' on that paper chase You super late You super fake I pull up they congratulate I'm hungry but I just ate So I'm picking up your plate Boy don't you cross that gate my dogs gon' treat you like you steak I'm just a n***a from the hood Countin' money smokin' good I be tourin' probably in yo hood n***a smoking good I'm misunderstood, but you understand If I fall I bounce back The rubberband man I burn em like a sauna I the tan man And if you comin' at me wrong you a Deadman This ain't Nintendo 64 cuz I ain't playing man Im cookin up, I got that method no redman What you sayin man, you wanna battle, punchlines I'm throwin left hands I been that man you ain't heard then you deaf man Simmie k**in sh** leavin beats on they d**h bed I'm the cooker of all cookers I'm a cheff man And you just a onlooker you ain't first hand I took yo b**h and gave her back by noon The grim reaper, street sweeper in the cut with a broom And if you lookin for yo b**h then she was bustin a move And if you lookin like a snitch my hittas bustin a tool I'm lowkey when I move, iont f** with you dudes Pick it up and drop it off turn one into two Turn three into four I want some more