Yung Simmie - Slick Talk lyrics

[Verse] I was in the back where they left me at n***a you don't know me where you seen me at? I be on the court where my team be at You be on the sidelines where the cheerleaders be at You know I'm always busy chasin' greenbacks I double back, I'm the hitman with double straps And now I got yo' chick high 'cause I got the sack I'm switchin' lanes, doin' donuts in a Pontiac n***as claim they spitters where yo' bars at? If he ain't talkin' 'bout no money I won't call back I call Ricky, he pull up now yo' skull cracked I call Momo he pull up with that big mac I'm smokin' strong like a six pack These n***as lie so I got no choice but to spit facts I'm the last of my kind I'm stackin' every penny I could never drop a dime And I can tell when you lyin' I'm writin' music on the plane just to make the time fly b**h I might do a drive-by When I'm askin' for my money better look me in my eye And keep it real don't lie Tell me how you f**ed it up tryna eat the whole pie Fake n***as I despise I can't even trust a chick 'cause she only want my prize I gotta eat so I'm want the supersize One minute they with you then they wanna scrutinize And I don't like to socialize I smoke OG 'til I got the China eyes I was smoked out before it was legalized And I can spot a hater with my eagle eyes And you don't even wanna battle From the Wild, Wild, South, I might pull up on my saddle You know I rose out the gravel Only God can judge me, f** a man with a gavel You know how I'm comin' Bang Camp Drumming, it's nothin' [Outro] I just, I just, you know I could've k**ed the last two bars, but it's Simmie Season n***as know what it is I mean, bow