sam bostick on the motha fuckin blap breh
fuckin' them up like this n that
fuckin' them up like this n that
spit somethin' right quick
and a lot has moved but i scoot a range rover now but i used to scoot a bucket
i don't wear a gun holster
my boxer briefs is were i tuck it
i don't ever be sober i'm always drunk as fuck
got an bad one on my anklesm
look like the bitch from the game of thrones
her coochie on fire she got that dragon crevice
i got her fist of ciroc and a bag of lettuce
i'm gonna be there in a second be patient
but i'm really still at the house playin' playstation
hittin' the bong and shootin' the dice in the garage
smokin' a long b-leh blunt gettin' massaged
sometimes i lie like a lawyer say things i shouldn't have
but that's what happens when your live that life pushin' bags
i'm in motion like the ocean
pussy creamy as fuck like oil of olay lotion
jump out the car george jefferson strollin'
pockets lookin' like they about to give birth
about to make the shit worse
nigga gettin' richer and richer
while these folks keep takin' my picture
in a big ass room that's really two suites
laid out like a penthouse
bitch said daddy pull your friend out
now i'm layin' in the bed gettin' some head
and the party ain't even started yet
but that's my life and i gotta live it
i wake up every day and try to get it
i just call my other bitches
you makin' all them faces but y'all no what this is
if you see a bitch with me she ain't inocent
you gotta put her in the oven like a honey baker
make you wanna turn it up
jump out the car george jefferson strollin'
pockets lookin' like they about to give birth
about to make the shit worse
nigga gettin' richer and richer
while these folks keep takin' my picture
let me tell you some real shit though
fuckin' is my favorite sport drinkin' is my second
keep my mouth shut if the po po ask me questions
what happens on the soil stays on the soil
keep your mouth shut if you see some stuff unfoil
talkin' to the police and tv reporters
it'll get you fucked off and make a long life shorter
i know a nigga that been shot in his toe
i know a nigga that got shot in his fro
it's that dope fiend music we in the mix
hella dope in the trunk like rick's
old school west coast niggas mutha fuckas with owe you money better catch those niggas
tell him run for his life
it's some killers on the street havin' fun every night
you never know what's gonna happen
make them every day and keep rappin'
jump out the car george jefferson strollin'
pockets lookin' like they about to give birth
about to make the shit worse
nigga gettin' richer and richer
while these folks keep takin' my picture