Yung Simmie - OG Simmie lyrics

A money getter no beginner I make it a hot winter, my n***as gorillas They chest bigger, my checks bigger, you next n***a, why you tryna flex n***a I'm never worried about the next n***a, onto the next n***a She gon cry if I tell her she can't get a picture I'm legendary don't compare me to these rap n***as I'm way slicka, my [?] illa, my balls bigger I'm still the same i never change like y'all n***as Big blunts when we smoke we call em God Zilla I'm prolly steppin out the fog n***a I'm prolly sprintin to the money, I can't jog witchya And I can never save a b**h I ain't god n***a The underdog, they tried to crop me out the big picture The holocaust, I'm k**in rap n***as call me Hitler I make em dinner, a real flawda n***a, I don't smoke swishers Backwoods with some og in it, a OG in it, I'm talkin bout the game They gon switch on you when they think that you change And if you still smokin haze we ain't on the same page I had to take a step back cuz I'm ahead of my days I got money on my brain And you just another lame I roll blunts and take planes, you do it for the fame I stack the money, I can never change Gotta stay true to the game I'm leanin on a four, smokin dope, white b**h doin coke Ashes on my coat, she give me throat, then she gotta go You know I'm still a hood n***a Backwoods from the corner store Ridin through the hood, tinted windows, I be sittin low I might pull up on your b**h, that's a hit and go I blow the smoke then disappear like a magic show Micheal Jackson I got moves on the dance floor If you talkin money it's in my pocket where my hands go No competition when I'm diggin in my bag Lyrical clips I'm shootin shots that you never had All facts I don't like to brag I be rollin jet fuel, real smokers smoke straight gas I'm so sick I might sneeze on the track Got shorty texting me like, when you comin back? When I'm done chasin racks and that will be never I gotta stay solid, this n***as soft as my leather I'm twistin up like propellers I'm bout my cheese no mozzarella And you ain't ever met a fella that is Bout whatever I make competition with myself gettin better I make a hater k** himself, I'm boutta stretch ya Yea, don't understand? n***a take a seat Chasin after me is like chasin a dream in your sleep Yeah, and you can never be hot as me I'm smokin blunts with the devil on this balcony I'm leanin on a four, smokin dope, white b**h doin coke Ashes on my coat, she give me throat, then she gotta go You know I'm still a hood n***a Backwoods from the corner store Ridin through the hood, tinted windows, I be sittin low