Psalm One, Sims - Can't Beat That With an App lyrics

You hangin'? What you bangin’?
What you sangin'? Ooh la la lahhhhh
So what you sayin'?

You got me I’m not the Versace in linen
But, you can spot me grinnin'
With lots of cocky venom
God can watch me sinnin'
But she be politicking
Psalmie gosh she winnin'
And Sims is awfully vicious
Silky gotta problem don't get ruffled on me
You can carry on and check my duffle for free
Baby girl she love me but she didn't go vote
I'ma cure this headache with
Some Tigalo flows

Little brother
Evidence and Alchemist for the flight
Pilot lemme sit right next to him
The rest of the night
In the skyyyyy with my thoughts you'd
Think I never come downnnnn
Shake it for me zaddy every king every king
Need a crown

Every queen need a shelter
From all the haters around
Tell me you gonna fuck with me
Your support is a luxury
In the club with my dungarees
And I’m fintin to fool
And I’m squintin' at you
What you gettin’ into?

You hangin'? What you bangin'?
What you sangin'? Ooh la la lahhhhh
So what you sayin’?

Ohh la la vroom on the Yamaha
Catch me on the highway because your
Way was too blah blah blah
I'd tell you the whole ha ha but I'm on in 40
Meet me at the intersection
Chilling with the nonconforming

Easy as a final warning this
Could get too gory y'all
Watch me whip and post a joke
Through a hall of warriors

Flow crazy than you snowflakes make me
Face full of cocaine hot take grown babies
What have you tweeted for me lately?
Gotta go cat
There's real problems on the map
And you can't beat that with an app!

You can get with this or that
You can think it's hitting but, make sure
That you miss me cuz you're tripping
You are not stepping up

Some people body busy
Some people busy lipping
I ain't got any business with you
If you see no difference

I'm out here building
You out here breaking down
I might just run the town
You might just run your mouth

Ouch but
What they fuck are your even saying?
Put your weight in, if you're gonna weigh in
You can't blow smoke and convince
Me that it's blazing
You can't make a Four Seasons out the Day Inn

Lazy intellectually but so god damn brazen
"Attention more" cried the Craven at my door
Pretend like I don't see 'em and
I feed 'em no amor pedal to the floor
My aura owe ya nothing au revoir