Lyrics Simba (feat. BandGang Lonnie Bands) - ShittyBoyz

Hell nah, I ain't working on my right hook
First class bullets in this stick, get yo flight booked
On the block with it, I ain't throwing sky hooks
If it ain't the Fraud Bible, you ain't in the right book

You must like Polo G 'cause you cap a lot
I ain't talking fight when I punch, I ain't gotta box
My bitch watch for FedEx, I ain't gotta watch
And, yes, I know it's our time, I don't need a watch

Lying to these hoes, you can call me Simba
Juking like a Heisman, bitch, watch me spin 'em
It was thirty in this clip, now it's thirty in him
He ain't die, give him twelve more, James Worthy in 'em

Ayy, watch me cook this old bitch, take her whole pension
Nigga, watch me rob yo favorite rapper, take his gold pendant
Huh, I'm the one make this scamming shit start trending
Huh, I'm the one smack the driver 'cause he ain't do the limit

Fuck a mask, boy, my shooter go ape in BAPE
Scorching with the slides in store, boy, I'm eight for eight
Max stamina so don't pass me no Gatorade
Caught a opp, turned him Spider-Man, made him fade away

They gon' slide, hit the alley, watch 'em switch the plate
I'm just wondering if your pockets really ever ate
Been on my grind but do it look like I used to skate?
Told that bitch I got something for her if she running late

Relationship? Bitch, you better pump yo breaks
I just wanna use yo Chase and prolly fuck yo face
My bitch got a strap bussing like she Young M.A
201 slamming, AP'd about a hunnid straight

Cook boy in front of that preacher, Amazing Grace
Huh, closed casket, yeah, we hit him all in the face
Huh, I just got a fake check, it's from BOA
Told that bitch I work for State Farm, bitch, my name Jake
Huh, 4-1-4-7-2-0, huh
Boy, that's the BIN that got me on
Huh, 5-1-5-6-7-4, huh
That's the day a nigga brought a hunnid home

Square up with you? I ain't SpongeBob
Punch hit from deep but the slide did a touchdown
Ho in my blood? Hell nah, it ain't one ounce
I ain't talking biceps when I say the guns out
Had to quit the sidewalking, now I'm road running
Feel like Magic Mike through this bitch, how I'm pole clutching
Took dawg out the game like he broke something
Said I'm the GOAT? Man, this lil' bitch must know something

I'm like a bitch with a strict dad, niggas can't fuck with me
Boy, this shit was all hustle, ain't no luck with me
Feeling like that Greek motherfucker, got some bucks with me
Bitch caught me cheating but she know that she stuck with me

Ha-ha, and I might just scam you, bro
Put a shell in his back, Michelangelo
Used to be down, now I'm turnt, bitch, I'm hamming hoes
I don't panic, bro, slide a piece and then I vanish, bro

You know this ain't pop, what you reaching for my Fanta for?
You know I'm getting money, bitch, I hang with Giffy Rubio
When it's beef, yo ass only sliding in the studio
Bitch, I touchdown in the A, feel like Julio

Punching like a ninja, feel like Naruto
This ain't a wax pen but I'll let the cartridge blow
Camping out in yo lawn like a garden gnome
Play hoodie on the only time that my heart gon' show