Full Metal - Yung Simmie

A mastermind, I mastered time

I put in work, it’s overtime

I’m bout my nickels and my fucking dimes

Ion’t rap because I mastered rhymes

Pull up on your bitch in my spaceship hella smoking

Yeah we loc’n and you know we stay lit

Man I’m posted and she scoping, so I know she want the dick

Got her open, now she hopin'

That I take her to the crib

But I ain’t no lame and I got game I could’ve played for the Hurricanes

But I’m in the booth, thinking money finna make it rain

I don’t need no fucking chain, all I need is my fucking brain

«S» on my chest, I’m hard as steel

Grippin' woodgrain

They don’t understand (they don’t)

I’m feeling good, I was born the man

Bitches on demand, money in my hand

So I flex on you

Nike nigga, I put the check on you

I might spit on you

Let my fucking pit on you

Shit on you

You pitiful

Who is he?

I get rid of you

You get ridicule

You miniscule

I’m andre the giant

I’m fighting a lion

I’m king of the Zion

The lyrical God

My bars are so hard

You can’t defy it

You can’t deny it, no UFO

You see me flying

We came to riot

Niggas dying, babies crying

Ain’t no lying, keep it real

When you in the field

Smoking blunts, sipping 40s

Yeah I’m on chill, ILL

Yung Simmie!