SAMSON

Stank out, I got him, just come, you ain't see it, I ain't have

Soon as I pick up that drink, I got hat

Caret on him, yeah, I put the carpet on him, I ain't laugh

I fuck shit with Barbara in the day, she talk bad

Oh, if I got good drugs, I'll run in that cab

Didwith this, I stole a bottle, part of that big van

B-roll, you know I got these bitches in the show hall

P.P. Kurtz got a pop-talk, ho-ho

How the fuck I walk with that fire on, real cold

Right, get hanged

Right, get hanged out my pocket like an earlobe

I'm talking like an earlobe

Police ain't niggas, man, hangin' on their toes

'Cause we bad

Be bad, hold it like Coco

Rats happen, I'm tryna show off

Waxhub

Man, I'm on some of this shit, look slow-mo

I feel like I'm missin' out, them hoes got follow

Before I play with this spot here on Bo-Co

GF, I walk through the club, take photo

That's where I'm at, ain't hangin' on my polo

I'm tryna stay in here, now that's a no-no

I'm at a club, soon as I look like a ho-co

Tryin' to shit cool, but it's not enough mojo

Tryin' to drag kick and shit like I'm in the dojo

FAT DRAKE

I'm sendin' them back, they try to call us back

Ain't workin' by their name, man, they say pop-talk

All the time, tellin' me to die, I see cock-cock

Tryin' to get out of the spirit, but I'm not walk hard

Tryin' to make him down like he just thought of y'all

Y'all wanna be the one pullin' their cart

When the arc down there on 4th Ward

I ain't gon' cop, he ain't get far

I get in niggas' whack, turn them out of town

I ain't know what he buyin', just snap the bandana

Third or the fifth, and I call that a thumb

Shots, get it flyin', go straight through his face

Straight through his face

Don't cut out my dreads, that shit we gon' change

Fuck, I look like Samson

Rip shit out like the nigga has a band-aid

That ass bitch try to fuck style, can't case

Fuck, well, they tell me I got more thangs than a bat-page

I got your five-tool, 12-minute sunscreen

That's how it's going to be

Shit, blow that's propane

Drop my shit, send it back to the cocaine

Drop my shit, send it back to the cocaine

What's your name, bitch? I got no name

How many guns in the car? It's like four flames

Fuck it, fuck shit, I don't care about no thangs

Heard the pussy was wet, so I just had to bring

Durango, you know it's hard to stay in my lane

T.A. Red trying to break that ass case

Keep chasing

Proud of shoes that a Glock match made it pay

I'm robbin' and gettin' off too many days

I'm rapping

They come out with records like some bats in a cave

I would rather like some bats in the cave

I'm ain't laughin' right, turns like I'm goin' through a maze

I'm right back from right turn

Hey, why you still rappin'? I don't know, this shit pays

Niggas say they want smoke, but they shit like some haze

Dippin' shit thick, but they hoes drive me crazy

Rub a band on my glove, my bitch say that's some gays

Dippin' don't let me, they ho with my money

They ho with my baby, they ho tryin' to drive me

Every time I talk to them, they say I sound crazy

I know I'm there for some other kid

Where y'all hunted at?

Nigga, don't get wet

The better that

Play make them like I'm quarterback

Yeah, make a plan

Y'all make them plays, nigga, like I'm quarterback

I don't

Play, nigga

It's got a little snakey dragonfly

A little fake fat spread my wings and fly

Good morning

Yeah

Don't let them say I'm a