Simba - Lost Tapes 2022

Black leprechaun, double cup of red

Why would I be broke when I can stunt instead?

I'm fully loaded like the Glock I tote when it's one ahead

Got shooters that'll kill you four thousand

Put a hundred down, a hundred dead

My new bitch pussy as clean as a stale kit

The new McLaren is blacked out like the Blair Witch

And with the top taken off, somehow I got Merrill Lynch

And the car one of sixty, don't matter which gear I switch

I be going off, four-wheel skrrting and rolling off

And when your enemies seeing deceit in your tone

Niggas is bleeping your phone

Women friends so bad, you can't even leave her at home

I'm on my fourth property spending no lease and no home

Used to sell that Justin Bieber boy band

That tan, that white, that Austin Mahone

When it's ‘bout the money, shit get ugly, but pardon my tone

If she too bad, but too far abroad to get flown

She got too much ass and attitude to be calling my phone

Crazy like Medusa, suck me up, turn my body to stone

We been smoking all day, feel like Bob Marley was home

Swear I'm ****ing this bitch with the feelings that hardly get shown, yeah

Back in seven and freeze

And with the three, I still spit like Joel-y Embiid

And shout my dawg, Diddy, I'm letting the deli on freeze

Yeah, I'm a star, but I be starving, my belly on E

Nigga, I'm back to the wall

She ain't wanna take ‘em off when I had crack in my drawers

Roaches and cracks on the wall, and it's not a standing ovation

When I walk inside of the party, I'm clapping them all

Bitches that been on my list for years, I'm scratching them off

It wasn't that I couldn't pull 'em then, it's my tactic was off

I was too busy taking they baggage

And solving the type of problems my cash could resolve

It's kinda funny how the world resolved, my bitches in La Perla drawers

Imagine me not taking over the globe

When Scarface told us that the world was ours

Nigga, I'm a boss, you niggas leaving your girl in charge

I talk money, numbers coming out my teeth, you niggas ain't heard of floss, uh

I'm wearing niggas trust funds on my neck

Whole college tuition I spent on weed

And I don't buy weed like once a month (Damn)

I spent your college tuition like once a week (Yup)

I told you

We been doing this shit, nigga

Y'all niggas domestic, nigga, we international, nigga

Y'all ever been to Albany, New York?

We been in Albany, Bahamas

Y'all live in Opelika

We landing couple days a week

On them G5's, nigga

It's Fatboy Radio, damn

Uh, one twenty-seven all in my AM, I'm 'bout to hit Taboo

I need the jerk pasta and that one bitch with the tattoo

They be like, "Tory, you a owner, why let 'em get at you?"

Because these bitches follow me like I'm Simba to Zazu

Yeah, king of the jungle and king of the rumble

Punch you in your face now, and before I was ever humble

Promise my dead mother to not let Umbrella fumble

Promise to never argue the bread, that's how others crumble

Niggas talk from location and don't put a address on it

Why are you on my dick? I'd rather put a bad bitch on it

I put my foot down on them bitches, I'm standing on it

She looking up to me like she wanna put hands up on it

It's hard being me, nah, I **** it, it's super hard

Whippin' a coupe in large and the bitch tryna do massage

Imagine tryna make decisions

Knowing that you could pick any bitch that you wanted to do ménage, uh

At this point, I'm probably talking rich shit that you can't relate to

But shit, it's hard to love a rich nigga, easy to hate you

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