(Ayo, Model, that shit fire though)
Sim-Simmy
Niggas know I shoot like John Wicky
Ride with the Glicky
When we see him, make it sticky
Run, Ricky
We the ones make 'em run, Ricky
Thirty shot Glicky
We the ones giving ficky
Shit busy
We the ones see him get busy
We the ones spin until we dizzy, uh
Click it 'til it's empty
We the ones running through your city
I'm a shot nigga, come get with me
Yo, he's pussy on the low, see me and get low
I just got the lo', now I'm 'bout to go
Niggas pussy on the high, they see me, try to hide
They say they outside, but they never outside
I'm really outside, I'm really with the guys
I'm really gettin' fried, smokin' niggas that died
We hit him in his head, now that nigga sped
He lucky he ain't dead 'cause we hit him in his hat
I'm really with a eater, eater, eater, uh
Real, real skeezer, uh
Guacamole willy, she gon' eat up all my semen, uh
I'm really with a eater, eater, eater, uh
I'm really with a eater, eater, eater, uh
Sim-Simmy
Niggas know I shoot like John Wicky
Ride with the Glicky
When we see him, make it sticky
Run, Ricky
We the ones make 'em run, Ricky
Thirty shot Glicky
We the ones giving ficky
Shit busy
We the ones see him get busy
We the ones spin until we dizzy, uh
Click it 'til it's empty
We the ones running through your city
I'm a shot nigga, come get with me (ayo, Model, that shit fire though)
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(Ayo, Model, that shit fire though)
Sim-Simmy
Niggas know I shoot like John Wicky
Ride with the Glicky
When we see him, make it sticky
Run, Ricky
We the ones make 'em run, Ricky
Thirty shot Glicky
We the ones giving ficky
Shit busy
We the ones see him get busy
We the ones spin until we dizzy, uh
Click it 'til it's empty
We the ones running through your city
I'm a shot nigga, come get with me
Yo, he's pussy on the low, see me and get low
I just got the lo', now I'm 'bout to go
Niggas pussy on the high, they see me, try to hide
They say they outside, but they never outside
I'm really outside, I'm really with the guys
I'm really gettin' fried, smokin' niggas that died
We hit him in his head, now that nigga sped
He lucky he ain't dead 'cause we hit him in his hat
I'm really with a eater, eater, eater, uh
Real, real skeezer, uh
Guacamole willy, she gon' eat up all my semen, uh
I'm really with a eater, eater, eater, uh
I'm really with a eater, eater, eater, uh
Sim-Simmy
Niggas know I shoot like John Wicky
Ride with the Glicky
When we see him, make it sticky
Run, Ricky
We the ones make 'em run, Ricky
Thirty shot Glicky
We the ones giving ficky
Shit busy
We the ones see him get busy
We the ones spin until we dizzy, uh
Click it 'til it's empty
We the ones running through your city
I'm a shot nigga, come get with me (ayo, Model, that shit fire though)
Sim-Simmy
Niggas know I shoot like John Wicky
Ride with the Glicky
When we see him, make it sticky
Run, Ricky
We the ones make 'em run, Ricky
Thirty shot Glicky
We the ones giving ficky
Shit busy
We the ones see him get busy
We the ones spin until we dizzy, uh
Click it 'til it's empty
We the ones running through your city
I'm a shot nigga, come get with me
Yo, he's pussy on the low, see me and get low
I just got the lo', now I'm 'bout to go
Niggas pussy on the high, they see me, try to hide
They say they outside, but they never outside
I'm really outside, I'm really with the guys
I'm really gettin' fried, smokin' niggas that died
We hit him in his head, now that nigga sped
He lucky he ain't dead 'cause we hit him in his hat
I'm really with a eater, eater, eater, uh
Real, real skeezer, uh
Guacamole willy, she gon' eat up all my semen, uh
I'm really with a eater, eater, eater, uh
I'm really with a eater, eater, eater, uh
Sim-Simmy
Niggas know I shoot like John Wicky
Ride with the Glicky
When we see him, make it sticky
Run, Ricky
We the ones make 'em run, Ricky
Thirty shot Glicky
We the ones giving ficky
Shit busy
We the ones see him get busy
We the ones spin until we dizzy, uh
Click it 'til it's empty
We the ones running through your city
I'm a shot nigga, come get with me (ayo, Model, that shit fire though)
Writer: Daniel Hernandez
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Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.