[Intro: Alfredo the Roughneck]
Simon, that's what they call you, huh?
[Verse 1: SouljaDatAP]
Mentality half cursed
Flygod, I'm a bird
And that's alright, catch like a flight
Driving in Paris, got no license
Swear he eats my pizza everyday like Mario, Luigi
It's AP, like Brad Paisley, I'm online
Been watching SNL, that ain't changed since like, what, 2015?
Cold call on your house
Danger and I am Mouse
Who shot you in the parade? I feel like we are the same
They want some cash like Alfredo 'cause he's like 6'4", point, blank, period
Concrete stomper, got choked by a dragon, it's nothing
You pull over my car, zoned out whilе I'm spitting bars
Came for the baddest, and not thе badass, you with them Joes
Paranoid, where's your intentions? We skating in the campus
Hawaii on my Fruity Loops, met him in the street, but I like him though, no fake drip
And that's purple blood, take what you want, cuz
A Long Beach avenue, twenty Versace coupes
I'd leave the drama if my desire was geeking on me
You wear socks, you are boldly, I think we might be homies
Keep woman's legs out your mouth, if you go South, then I'm proud
Kangaroo jumping, pimples in a club, huh?
Conclusions, God was in the middle
Kingpin is on the line, speak normally or you define violence, sabotage
Hilary got robbed in my dreams
Bangin' like Capone, shook-face drinking withe bleach
[Chorus: SouljaDatAP & Simon Blues]
Tall guy, tall guy
Look for attention, no low guys, low guys
Beefing on songs, that's that low life, low life (It's Simon)
Roughneck Alfredo, he's a tall guy, tall guy
[Verse 2: Simon Blues]
You should pray on a Thursday
Then eat sandwiches on curse days
Intruder for a missionary, dolphin sweet berries
Hooligan got my roof broken
"Simon, don't get bloated"
Handle this, handle that, I'm making global news on rap
Politics ain't my thing, but it's my aiming on drinks
Like, strawberry, Ben & Jerry's
Young Watermelon from Harry
My uncle was a bundle
Hey, frogs, you leap tho'
Spicy, drink Pepto Bismol
Trampoline pumped up, guarantee I'm soaked up
I put my iPhone in the freezer, spent 3 hours like, "What's up?"
Puerto Rican or Haitian, what's the difference?
Both thugs in the hood, go dumb when we could
But now it's all challenging, balance is minimal wage
Now look, I bought a draft place
Counting up money in cafes
Take one, snitching like Jeffrey
Ronaldo don't got no referee
I'm blown, went to Brazil for food
[Chorus: SouljaDatAP]
Tall guy, tall guy
Look for attention, no low guys, low guys
Beefing on songs, that's that low life, low life
Roughneck Alfredo, he's a tall guy, tall guy
[Verse 3: SouljaDatAP]
Stargazing between Venus
We are friends, playing SEGA and we are no teenage
Tall guys gonna get revenge on short guys
Hit the button like I'm on Voice, intimacy was the choice
On boulevards he talked, hop in the R and garage
And we just never attacked anyone
White Percocets get lost ones
Kevin Durant on my phone wallpaper
Hit a eight, -1
I should just sell some clocks
Me don't complain about it
Me took an L one time
Abortion turning to endorsment
Me plug my ex like a charger
They saying, "Soulja, we sorry"
Lungs full of weed, iron, smoke
We terminate curls, not saying bad girls
I love my whip cream black, give me some racks
Floss with the Voss
Guru gonna drop
[Outro: Sample & SouljaDatAP]
(Hello, man, have you got the free Waiter Shock?)
Tall guy— Tall guy
T-T-Tall guy
Tall guy— tall guy
What we say is what we do
