[Hook]
Who’s the simp?
Wipin’ ass while the real daddy hit it raw.
Who’s the simp?
She sneakin’ off for that quick thrill,
You changin’ diapers, footin’ every bill.
Who’s the simp?
Think you the man? Nah, you just the help—
Secondary fool, straight simp in the felt.
Who’s the simp?
Who gettin’ played like a straight sucker?
You or the one still fuckin’ her?
[Verse 1]
Posted on the block, watchin’ this clown,
Kid on the table, he wipin’ shit down.
Bottle in hand, singin’ them lies,
While mama text the real dad— “Come get this prize.”
Door knock, she dip quick for that car-seat bang,
Simp still there feedin’ seeds that ain’t his name.
Who’s the simp?
You holdin’ the bag, dummy.
[Hook]
Who’s the simp?
Yeah, you know it now…
[bridge]
[Verse 2]
Kids older, she laid up lazy on the couch,
“Take ‘em to practice”—you the chauffeur now.
Pull up to the field, real dad coachin’ the team,
You in the stands with his last name on your back, cheerin’ like a fiend.
“Go get ‘em!”—voice weak, clappin’ for borrowed blood,
Secondary simp, straight secondary chump.
Who’s the simp?
You gettin’ clowned in broad daylight.
[Hook]
Who’s the simp?
[bridge]
[Verse 3]
Now they grown, big days hittin’ the stage,
Daughter want real daddy to walk her down the aisle, not your wage.
You pay for the wedding, cake, lights, the dress,
But you stay in the back— invisible mess.
Sons call for their real pops on the major days,
You just the wallet, the one they use then erase.
Resentment in they eyes, all them years was a lie,
You poured your soul in kids that never claimed you—now you die alone, guy.
I’m still watchin’, laughin’ slow,
“Who’s the simp?”—everybody know.
[bridge]
[Outro]
Next time you see that fool wipin’ butts and cheerin’ from the side,
Ask yourself…
Who’s the simp?
You simp.
You pixie.
Game over.
darndawg
