Yung Simmie – Uncle Sam lyrics

I be finessin'
I be gettin' to the cash ain't no restin'
I let this 40 bang bitch ain't no wrestlin'
You with them rookie games bitch I'm a veteran
I roll a cannon take a plane ain't no landin'
She give me brain don't know her name she speak spanish
I do my thing I get my chains then I vanish
You niggas lame fuck yo' campaign I'm a bandit
I'm grippin' grain I'm gettin' brain I'm in traffic
I'm at yo' brain it ain't no game I'm a savage
You just talkin' I live it I make it happen
No cruise but we gettin' wavy I'm yo' captain

I'm a go getter
Middle finger to a gold digger
Ya you eatin' but we feastin' cuz' my bowl bigger
That 40 bang it make music and that clip the feature
I treat that bitch like an artist it will meet and greet ya
I'm a benz boy my whip come with special features
Pull up on the bitch hop in what we eatin'
I wake and bake with yo' bitch but I don't miss a meetin'
The money call me when I'm sleepin' I pick up like 'who dis?'
It's the gwop I gotta get to it
School of the hardknocks I was the head student
And now I teach the teacher the coach is on the bleacher
Read a script to the preacher how I met the grim reaper
How I heard you way cheaper how I pulled up in that beamer
If a nigga ever trippin' he gon' meet the red beam-er
And you know I smoke strong I can arm wrestle John Cena
Goons murk the scene make a mess call Mr. Clean up
Married to the money we got kids nigga fuck the prenup
I got dollars on the floor leave it there I let the maid clean up
Rollin' blunts thick as hell yeah gorilla fingers
I got homies in the cartel they'll kill ya


Bitch I'm bout my bands
I want my money in my hand
I'm taxin niggas - Uncle Sam
I get that gwop and flip it damn

Pull up on yo' block
Watch them haters scram
They know who I am
I'm taxin' niggas - Uncle Sam