RM Baby Boy - Simping

Pop your top
Cause niggas getting tender
Bout some kitty
I just think it's goofy
I don't think
They thinking really (Ugh)
You won't have no Kufi
Keep on fucking
Wit that bitty
Bitch you in the hood
You tryna end your shit
Like Ricky (Ugh)
Like a rocket
We going hit your spot
Oh yeah
We going pop shit
Once we get your drop
Oh yeah
Don't need no locksmith
I can pop your lock
Oh yeah
We won't get boxed in
So we watch the clock
Oh yeah
I'm wit it like a citizen
Going take it he ain't giving it
Going shake em for his contraband
Then split it like a dividend
It ain't going be
No court and shit
Got mad because
He broke as shit
He can't even afford this shit
He got it from extorting shit
We thinking you got it
We send em go get it
I'm running up money
I'm on it I'm wit it
You thinking you want it
You popping them mily's
Can think it ain't coming
Til this shit get sticky
Got up out that bitch
We hit the spot
And changed the linen
They can see it
They don't say it
But can tell we winning
Ain't a problem
Niggas geeking
They just get offended
Bitch done got him
In his feelings
Now she know he simping
Aye aye Kiki (Kiki)
Aye he geeking (Geeking)
And she see it
Yeah yeah yeah
He get that treatment
Like a rocket
We going hit your spot
Oh yeah
We going pop shit
Once we get your drop
Oh yeah
Don't need no locksmith
I can pop your lock
Oh yeah
We won't get boxed in
So we watch the clock
Oh yeah
We thinkin' you got it
We send em go get it
I'm running up money
I'm on it I'm wit it
You thinking you want it
You popping them mily's
Can think it ain't coming
Til this shit get sticky

Written by:
Immanuel Grant

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