Simy - Final Boss (feat. Hiram Torres)

This is Gaudy

Sick of you niggas
Not toting no triggers
I'm hitting that button
This figures a killer
If I hit I bill it my man call my Billy
Know I'm the goat it's Grim, this throat
Luxury totes, Linen my mattress
Pull up with sticks, Pull up with matches
Swear if we pull up, this smoke you can't match
Look at my ring, I'm talking bout mats

Niggas need maxi pads
(I'm about to spend a rack)
Niggas tryna say they bad
(Look at my hand this rock)
Thought they was feeling you?
Somebody lied
You may call me Sir Prize
Hear this hook and then die

Enter Gaudy
She may pop up where you at
She so saucy
How she kill it just like that
This the Final Boss
You may not continue
This the Final Boss
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Enter Gaudy
She may pop up where you at
She so saucy
How she kill it just like that
This that Final Boss
You may not continue
This that Final Boss
Back to the menu

Why beef with a suicidal nigga when I can wait

Smoke comin' out my nose like Bowser
32 percent this that fire flower
I'm token dope at like every hour
If you talk shit then you duck like Howard
A marvel in this bitch, got a gleam on my wrist
I do it all myself I don't even need assist
I just need my weed and some tea no Brisk
Pullin out my bic, then I go and make a hit
I'm the awesomest god in this
Straight flossin with a saucin bitch
Always off the blossom bliss
Thank god for cannabis
Manifested my music shit
Backflippin' we loosin' it
Mad pimpin' I'm doin' it
No GTA this no video game
Your city so lame
So quit hating so out of your lane
You swervin' away I'm in cruise control just straight chillin' for days
Lord willin' I'm killin' you bitches
All clips get minced to pieces
Celebrate every day I'm Jesus
Dark rum in my cup no Reese's

I'm drinking, no need no reason just me celebrating my breathin'
I'm geekin' each weekend this season cause my feet seepin' in the deep end

I'm Pool side on the cool side
The sun beam givin new life
I got weed for like 12 weeks
My bitch nude in the moonlight
My bitch nude in the AM to the PM
She get rude if you hatin in a DM
We got guns we are not European
We got funds, everyday like a per diem
I'm lookin round for the bosses but I think I killed them all
I just did my conquest, now I'm in the champions hall
Carve me into a fountain, paint me on the city walls
Put me up in the mountains, drown me in some alcohol

Written by:
Hiram Torres, Jordan Sims

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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