Simbo - Talkin' That Lyrics

No movies but we keep them clips that's extended
You hit in the chest, light his neck like a pendant
Yo girl do the team, she give knowledge stupendous
We run in yo house, make you look like a tenant
Say it's a race, Usain Bolt how we winning
Yo name on this paper like taking attendance
Take off to top you thought we was just trimming
Balenci's, no laces, cuz I can't be tripping
Got me a lil shorty you know she a cutie
You think I'm a pirate how I get the booty
My wrist cause an uproar you think I was Tunechi
We counted a milli' now thots wanna do me
I got this drip and my jeans they be suvi
I don't know her name I'm just calling her Susie
She tryna get close like she not just a groupie
We serving this heat up like crackheads wit loosies
I flood out my wrist outfit more than a mansion
She see me and reach for the bread like a pantry
I'm cold wit the bops, I pull thots like a hammy
They callin' me nick cuz I stay with the cannon
I'm from Chicago you know it ain't safe
Had to grab the wheel cuz I wanted a wraith
Go get the bag cuz that's how I was raised
You play with the gang it get cracked like a vase
Feel like the mask all this green in my face
Stuck in a maze but I'm finding my way
Just like benchwarmer boy we don't play
She call me Simon and she do what I say
Gotta take what I want ain't no handouts or asking
My life a movie how they catch this action
But they don't wait 'til the end to do clapping
And we move in silence like a closed caption
Killing the game and I'm just getting started
Quick with the stick like we playing Atari
Date wit the money I cannot be tardy
Life ain't forgiving so I can't be sorry
And I put this ice on my wrist
Off that bag I just flipped
Y'all see I got the drip
Tryna get on this tip
I'm gone kill off the rip
Hit the tills then I dip
I'm just stacking my plate on the side I got chips