Deadly Simps (feat. AJP, Vynce Wayne, Real AC, Chris Sabb, $hiftz, LouBandzz, D Weave & T Wheat)

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7 Deadly Simps

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I used to work at Five Below but now I keep that fye below
Line up the ops and then I knock em down, like some dominoes
You pussy niggas thought that y'all was up lil nigga check the score
Don't give a f*ck about the peace lil nigga my team be on go
This ain't no regular shit (huh)
Don't want a regular bitch (nah)
Glock in the door of the whip
Swear that I ride with a stick
Dissing on me I do not recommend
Can't get at you then we get at ya man
Don't catch a body, we spinning again
Bitch hit my line I can tell she a fan
Don't care what the cops say, I'm going over the limit
I'm getting through all the minute
I'm going top ten I still didn't finish
Still didn't finish I'm going top five
I don't understand beefing on the live
I just wanna chill like man just vibe
Open shoe boxes like it's a surprise
Hold on, hold on, hold on lie
Hold on, hold on, hold on nah
Hold on, hold on, hold on die
You lie to the gang nah you gon die
Fly in this shit like a god damn blimp
Who are you bitch I'm a deadly simp
But we don't simp for the god damn bitches
Simp to the money, we love getting riches
I start it I finish, I am the richest
I am not British, U get the K quickest
Hunnid or more, I know what a ten is
I'm tryna duke, not talkin Dennis
I like to start and I end it
Gettin money I know I can spend it
Big O, but I'm still gon defend it
I don't like you, you know I can send it
Back to the lobby or back to the bottom
Catching him crying I know that I got him
I'm watching him bleed I think somebody shot him
Not me but I still gotta rob him
Spot me but you not gonna spot him
Fighting with me like The Rock and I rock him
Losing his shoe and he watching me sock him
Deadly Simps and we all gonna drop him
Deadly Simps and we all gonna what?
Chris Sabb, walk in that bitch now I'm faded
Take everything outta yo crib you got raided
I wasn't even gon shoot but my homie persuaded
It's crazy, how I be getting this cash
Not scamming or trapping just get to the bag
I remember back then they ain't f*ck with my raps
Now I sit back and laugh cause my rappin advanced
Taking off on these niggas, do a victory dance
I'm a horny lil nigga, need some victory ass
I be whipping that shit go so fast I might crash
Don't be sippin on lean I be smoking that gas
My verse is so hot it f*ck up the forecast
Beat a nigga so bad now he wearing four casts
If I call up my niggas then you best do the dash
Don't be sneaking around better turn into Flash
Turn into flash we make folks dash
Just hit a jeweler got jakes on her ass
Don't think this a race we make niggas crash
Get niggas gone unless you lucky, no bap
Yea I'm up but I stay in the trap
Folks talk shit now he missing no cap
Got Vynce Wayne, AC, Lou, and Sabb
T Wheat, D Weave, all my niggas strapped
Saw AJP, bro turned into a shooter
Think this a game imma turn into a booter
Not chasing no hoe I'm in love with the bread
I'll slime his ass out put seven on his head
We the seven, eight take yo ass to bed
Can't find you we find family instead
And if I eat you know my niggas fed
Lou hop on this bitch got a wood on the head
Puff clouds in the air niggas move real wocky
Found me a thotty and she get real sloppy
Call dose on a move like Creed and Rocky
Catch you slipping get hit with the glocky
Diss on the gang and you know we be spinning
Pull up seven deep you know we be winning
I'm the reaper I got yo hoe sinning
Stay with broski yea he keep a trey five
Yea I'm slime, I'm one of a kind
Pass me the rock and I give you a dime
Stay on go, yea you know we on time
Catch you lacking get hit with the fye
Call D Weave niggas turn into a ghost
Niggas talkin yea they doing the most
Rolling up, niggas got his ass smoked
Seven deep, yea we staying on go
These niggas be hating
My niggas pull up ain't no need for debating
Getting this money can't have conversations
My niggas throw bullets like they name was Peyton
Bitch got good brain, she got education
Seven + one we pull up in formation
Chris Sabb get you gone without complications
This bitch tryna f*ck, just drop yo location
Not tryna f*ck then I'm fucking yo friend
We spin on his block then we spinning again
Vynce Wayne stay ready you know that's my twin
My bitch is real bad, you know she a ten
This shit off the top, I don't need a pen
We pull up eight deep, you cannot attend
I'm balling like Kobe you cannot defend
My niggas not faking you niggas pretend
Big shit poppin, who gon stop me
Ain't sleep two days I need wocky
Peeski walk down he gon drop him
Told on him but I ain't Tekashi
Feeling myself, but I ain't Nicki
Play with my money so shit get tricky
Raise the blicky, I ain't shoot it
She wanna f*ck I say bitch let's do it
We ain't together but we stay into it
Too late to ride my wave, lil bitch you truant
Throw Sabb a pack, I know he'll move it
We Meech and Terry this shit, lil boy you Cupid
Cause you chasing hoes
When this shit drop we doing shows
On the road, gettin dough
Sit back and let that money grow
Damn T, why you talk like that
Vynce Wayne on the beat like why he back
Seven deadly, no we never stop
AJP come back and talk that talk
I used to work at Five Below but now I keep that fye below
Line up the ops and then I knock em down, like some dominoes
You pussy niggas thought that y'all was up lil nigga check the score
Don't give a f*ck about the peace lil nigga my team be on go
I used to work at Five Below but now I keep that fye below
Line up the ops and then I knock em down, like some
Shit, seven Deadly Simps man, but there's eight of us (who cares)
So, don't ask

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