[Verse 1] You know my name, look me up
Who want beef? Let's cook it up
I'm too high, you looking up
You see me, I'm G as fuck
Black Chucks and hoodie jackets, yeah we ratchet
He talking stupid I let him have it, it's yours
Flow clean, do your chores
Unlock the game, I just walked through the doors
Microphone fiend, smell the kush in my pours, I be going
To another zone so hold on
And my girl tripping, I told her hold on, smoke somethin'
Wait up, I'mma roll somethin'
But really I'm looking for Mrs. Simmie
And niggas ain't fucking with me, I tell 'em come fucking get me
Ducked off, smoking like a fucking chimney
Ya' hear me?
Opa-Locka be my city
2.7.5. and we gritty
And niggas hate the flow, is you silly
But nigga this is mine, and I'm stingy
And nigga I get fresh and you dingy
And nigga I pop up like it's Simmie

[Hook] Man the money calling
What you waiting for?
Baby I can't stay
I don't like to wait
Doobie to the face
This is not a race
Baby I can't stay
I don't like to wait

[Verse 2] You might see me posted up, that don't mean I'm alone
It's all black when I ride, but you will see the chrome
Couple shooters and they ready cause they job is to kill
So if we say go and get 'em best believe they will
And she popped the pill, so I lit the blunt
I just sit in the back, and I watch you front
Like I got the punk, dead bodies and all
See his brains on the wall when I make the call
It's the Simmie, I go deep
Panties wet, watch her leak
I'm so geeked, I've seen a lot of shit
I'mma replace the pain with this money I'mma get
I get mad when I spit, I be mugging and all
It's the Simmie like I got the nine tucked in my drawers
You don't want the bars cause you might get hit
I'm a dog, I'm a dog, like I'm looking for Vick, shit
Real life how I go in, I ain't got no twin

[Hook]