SAMBA (feat. K-Wizz & Mr.Yousaf)

Gotta drink in my hand Girls tryna get a tan Summertime come quick So I'm tryna splash bands Get rich, from grams Two scales and the AM And the plug call twice but The plug's in Don't know me But they wanna call me fam If you touch one of mine Put two in his hat Man are wet Man are gassed Gun pose in the gram But in real life Wont even back their gats Man are lying the raps They ain't never seen a trap You ain't never seen a wap What you know about that I got real YGs that roll with the straps Three Gs gone bang, jean size That's mad Got 12 thats ham Bang fraud that's Sants Got a Rambo blade That's tucked in my pants, What you think that it sags? Wanna gonna get me mad I'll shell out this whip like Mario Kart Move weights in Cabs From manny that's mad Now a light-skinned girl wanna Give wizz hat Tied her hair back Then she just hit the floor Then she told me she ain't done This before Summertime come quick See a light-skinned shorty Yeah yeah yeah yeah Got bottles of the wrays So it's gonna be a party Yeah yeah yeah yeah Trigger fingers up if you're Feeling naughty Yeah yeah yeah yeah Middle fingers up for a opp Bring corn to the beef till the Pussios dead Well how about me man I'm trying to get a tan See me with the Rays You'll see me with them bans See me with the wrays You'll see me playing jams Won't catch me in a whip Cause I hate fucking jams Rather catch trams Better scrap plans Filling up the stadium with only Fans I got I got I got Samba raps when I'm running Rings Got you running lapped Ain't no catching up Ain't no coming back Flare on the mic Mixed with Tyson Might Made of iron right Call me man of steel Call me metal man Cause I don't feel Airtight Cause I don't spill no tea You can always trust me Trust me Always spitting So never rusty I like my scent a little musty I like it cold like I'm a husky Yes I must be crazy But you crusty Man I'm peeling skin shit I'm Revealing sin Let these demons in Let these demons win Informing the next of kin In this empty town Course I better be king Crown on my head turns to Saurons ring Yeah Got a thick ass bitch Got a thick ass bitch She be looking so classy Yeah yeah yeah yeah When we take it to the sheets I be calling her nasty Yeah yeah yeah yeah Can't get overhead Cause nothing gets past me Yeah yeah yeah yeah Can't get overhead Cause nothing gets past T Summertime come quick See a light skin shorty Yeah yeah yeah yeah Got bottles of the wrays So it's gonna be a party Yeah yeah yeah yeah Trigger fingers up If you're feeling naughty Yeah yeah yeah yeah Put your middle fingers up For a opp, fling corn to the beef till the pussio dead Quick steal Came with the bars not steel Swear next man wanna just chat Nonsense But these bars catch gal in their Feels Man I get open to deals with Seals As if the word made p on the Reels Thinking they made enough p For the meals But the tax man Bellingham Biting at heels Oh wait I don't pay tax Put all the cost on the biz and lax Get the excess Invest to the max Tell a light skin baddie to count Up the cash And take two racks for her dress And hair Treat my ting nice cause I know She rare Won't catch me out out Wearing Monclair But you know for the wifey I Gotta splash bare Mmmm hmmmm Say swear For the wifey I might go clear Say it lightly she might just hear For the night You just might be Just might be Got a thick ass bitch Got a thick ass bitch, She be looking so classy Yeah yeah yeah yeah When we take it to the sheets I be calling her nasty Yeah yeah yeah yeah Can't get overhead Cause nothing gets past me Yeah yeah yeah yeah can't get Overhead Cause nothing gets past T Summertime come quick See a light skin shorty Yeah yeah yeah yeah Got bottles of the wrays So it's gonna be a party Yeah yeah yeah yeah Trigger fingers up If you're feeling naughty Yeah yeah yeah yeah put your middle fingers up For a opp fling corn to the beef till the pussio's dead