"SAMSON" lyrics
Stick out, I got him, just 'cause you ain't seen it, it ain't happen
Soon as I pick up that Drac', I got happy (Frrat, yeah)
Carbons on hip, yeah, I put the carbon on hip, I ain't lackin' (Carbon)
At first she was Barbie, and then she turned Bratz (Bitch)
On East, I got good drugs, I'm ridin' in that Caddy (Huh)
This whip, this a stolo, but I parked that bitch, valet (Yeah)
B-Whoa, you know I got these bitches in a choke hold (Yeah)
Play with P, crazy, got a pothole, tryna bro the ho
How the fuck I walk in with that fire? It was real cold (Brrt, brrt)
Racks can get to hangin' out my pockets like a earlobe (Huh)
Police-ass niggas, man, hatin' on that doso (Huh)
Bitch bad, this ho look like Coco (Huh)
Racks out, man, I'm trying not to showboat (Racks out)
Man, your motion, man, that shit lookin' slow motion (Slow)
Fear of missing out, the hoes got FOMO (Frrat, frrat)
Before I play with the spot, he on bro code (Frrat)
GL4 walk through the cut takin' photos (Frrat)
Thirty-round mag, it hang down my Polo (Thirty, thirty)
You tryna steal, hell nah, that's a no-no (Tuh)
Talkin' 'bout, "Come suit up" like it's Hoco (What?)
Fine shit cool, but it's not enough mojo (What?)
That Drac' kickin' shit like I'm in a dojo, huh (Drac' kickin')
Yeah, I'm sittin' in the back, they tried to call Rosa Parks (Brrat)
Ain't worried 'bout that nigga, man, they sweet, Pop-Tart (Brrat, brrat)
I'm tellin', "Turn the music down," I see a cop car (Brrat)
You tryna get out the spill, but I'm not on Wockhardt (Spill)
Huh, drank make him dance like he just start a yard
Yeah, I wanna be the one pullin' that cart (Come here)
Ran the opp down in Old Fourth Ward (Come here)
Huh, I ain't gon' cap, he ain't gettin' far (Far)
I'm gettin' niggas whacked, Tony Montana (Get 'em, frrat)
I ain't in love with these bands, just snapped a bandana (Love with these bands)
We got thirty or the fifty-round, call that the Thunder (Yeah)
Yeah, shots get to flyin', go straight through his Phantom (Yeah, shots flyin')
Yeah, straight through his Phantom (Yeah)
'Fore I cut off my dreads, thought shit was gon' change me (Yeah)
Yeah, fuck I look like, Samson? Huh (The fuck?)
Rippin' shit off like the nigga had some band-aids (Fwee)
Thot-ass bitch tryna fuck, stay a cascade (Yeah)
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout, got more thots than a backpage (Back, huh)
How you got your fire took twice? Man, that's so strange (Come here)
Huh, shit finna blow like some propane (Bitch)
Drop merch, shit sell faster than cocaine (Drop merch)
Drop 12 like, "What's yo' name?" Bitch, I got no name (No)
Helmet and guns in the car, it's like four flames (Fuck)
When I get to fuckin' shit up, I don't care 'bout no fame (Fame)
Heard the pussy was wack, so I just copped the brain (Huh, wack, huh)
Durango, you know it's hard to stay in my lane (Frrat)
TRX, tryna bring that out the cage (TRX)
Prada shoes and the Glock match, man, they beige (Shit I copped)
I'm robbin' and gettin' off too many days (Frrat, frrat)
They come out with razors like some bats in a cave (Cave)
I'm out makin' right turns like I'm goin' through a maze (Yeah)
"Ayy, why you still rappin'?" I don't know, this shit pays (Fuck)
Niggas said they want smoke, but that shit like some haze (Said they want smoke)
This bitch, she thick, but this ho drive me crazy (Crazy, frrt)
Rubber band on my Glock, my bitch said that's fugazi, huh (Huh, frrt)
That bitch don't love me, that ho want my money
That ho want my baby, this ho tryna drain me (Thought you was gon' stay)
Every time I talk, man, they say I sound crazy
Don't care, no, I'm different, so, no, they can't
At the end? Fuck it, run it back
Ha, nigga, where your hundred at? (Ha)
Nigga, don't get whacked, the bottleneck (Frrat)
Playmaker like I'm quarterback
Youngin makin' plays nigga like I'm quarterback
In the skies, we can drink and fly
Moving fast, spread my wings and fly high
Don't wanna ever reside here
Soon as I pick up that Drac', I got happy (Frrat, yeah)
Carbons on hip, yeah, I put the carbon on hip, I ain't lackin' (Carbon)
At first she was Barbie, and then she turned Bratz (Bitch)
On East, I got good drugs, I'm ridin' in that Caddy (Huh)
This whip, this a stolo, but I parked that bitch, valet (Yeah)
B-Whoa, you know I got these bitches in a choke hold (Yeah)
Play with P, crazy, got a pothole, tryna bro the ho
How the fuck I walk in with that fire? It was real cold (Brrt, brrt)
Racks can get to hangin' out my pockets like a earlobe (Huh)
Police-ass niggas, man, hatin' on that doso (Huh)
Bitch bad, this ho look like Coco (Huh)
Racks out, man, I'm trying not to showboat (Racks out)
Man, your motion, man, that shit lookin' slow motion (Slow)
Fear of missing out, the hoes got FOMO (Frrat, frrat)
Before I play with the spot, he on bro code (Frrat)
GL4 walk through the cut takin' photos (Frrat)
Thirty-round mag, it hang down my Polo (Thirty, thirty)
You tryna steal, hell nah, that's a no-no (Tuh)
Talkin' 'bout, "Come suit up" like it's Hoco (What?)
Fine shit cool, but it's not enough mojo (What?)
That Drac' kickin' shit like I'm in a dojo, huh (Drac' kickin')
Yeah, I'm sittin' in the back, they tried to call Rosa Parks (Brrat)
Ain't worried 'bout that nigga, man, they sweet, Pop-Tart (Brrat, brrat)
I'm tellin', "Turn the music down," I see a cop car (Brrat)
You tryna get out the spill, but I'm not on Wockhardt (Spill)
Huh, drank make him dance like he just start a yard
Yeah, I wanna be the one pullin' that cart (Come here)
Ran the opp down in Old Fourth Ward (Come here)
Huh, I ain't gon' cap, he ain't gettin' far (Far)
I'm gettin' niggas whacked, Tony Montana (Get 'em, frrat)
I ain't in love with these bands, just snapped a bandana (Love with these bands)
We got thirty or the fifty-round, call that the Thunder (Yeah)
Yeah, shots get to flyin', go straight through his Phantom (Yeah, shots flyin')
Yeah, straight through his Phantom (Yeah)
'Fore I cut off my dreads, thought shit was gon' change me (Yeah)
Yeah, fuck I look like, Samson? Huh (The fuck?)
Rippin' shit off like the nigga had some band-aids (Fwee)
Thot-ass bitch tryna fuck, stay a cascade (Yeah)
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout, got more thots than a backpage (Back, huh)
How you got your fire took twice? Man, that's so strange (Come here)
Huh, shit finna blow like some propane (Bitch)
Drop merch, shit sell faster than cocaine (Drop merch)
Drop 12 like, "What's yo' name?" Bitch, I got no name (No)
Helmet and guns in the car, it's like four flames (Fuck)
When I get to fuckin' shit up, I don't care 'bout no fame (Fame)
Heard the pussy was wack, so I just copped the brain (Huh, wack, huh)
Durango, you know it's hard to stay in my lane (Frrat)
TRX, tryna bring that out the cage (TRX)
Prada shoes and the Glock match, man, they beige (Shit I copped)
I'm robbin' and gettin' off too many days (Frrat, frrat)
They come out with razors like some bats in a cave (Cave)
I'm out makin' right turns like I'm goin' through a maze (Yeah)
"Ayy, why you still rappin'?" I don't know, this shit pays (Fuck)
Niggas said they want smoke, but that shit like some haze (Said they want smoke)
This bitch, she thick, but this ho drive me crazy (Crazy, frrt)
Rubber band on my Glock, my bitch said that's fugazi, huh (Huh, frrt)
That bitch don't love me, that ho want my money
That ho want my baby, this ho tryna drain me (Thought you was gon' stay)
Every time I talk, man, they say I sound crazy
Don't care, no, I'm different, so, no, they can't
At the end? Fuck it, run it back
Ha, nigga, where your hundred at? (Ha)
Nigga, don't get whacked, the bottleneck (Frrat)
Playmaker like I'm quarterback
Youngin makin' plays nigga like I'm quarterback
In the skies, we can drink and fly
Moving fast, spread my wings and fly high
Don't wanna ever reside here
