Samurai Lyrics Hodgy Beats
[Hook]
Cadillac gold grills in my motherf-ckin' mouth
Cocaine, gold chain rests on my vertebrae
All them niggas that be hatin' better watch what they say
I heat em up, beat 'em up I'm Cassius Clay
Cadillac gold grills in my motherf-ckin' mouth
Cocaine, gold chain rests on my vertebrae
All them niggas that be hatin' better watch what they say
I heat 'em up, beat 'em up I'm Cassius Clay
[Verse 1]
Mountain Climbing's about the rhyming, I [work](undefined) to the tippy-top
Me, my notepad, Mary Jane, sticky pot
Ticks from the clock, so it means I don't get to stop
I be in the studio pacing, waiting for this shit to drop
Niggas wish whether we flock divac (or not?)
Flock to take me a boombox, every f-cking 2 knocks
I see you running ya chops, chop it up and get chopped
Bag 'em up, he off the docks, and b!tch I'm at the beach
B!tch I'm at the beach, (oh) b!tch I'm at the beach
With a childish flow, that means this shit is at your reach
I'm here to keep it g, from the eyes (I's) how I see
You're here to be a B-I-T on my D
I need no ID for you to recognize
I exercise my thought, got you petrified, b!tch I'm next to die
(Die) Consider me invisible, and also one mentally f-cked individual
(A bunch of coughing and trading blunts, passing the weed around)
[Hook]
Cadillac gold grills in my mother f-ckin' mouth
Cocaine, gold chain rests on my vertebrae
All them niggas that be hatin' better watch what they say
I heat 'em up, beat 'em up I'm Cassius Clay
Cadillac gold grills in my mother f-ckin' mouth
Cocaine, gold chain rests on my vertebrae
All them niggas that be hatin' better watch what they say
I heat 'em up, beat 'em up I'm Cassius Clay
[Verse 2]
Why the f-ck got these niggas gotta hate for?
I got a lot of shit they can't pay for
Cooler than the beach, f-ck the lakeshore
You niggas take six, well I'mma take more
I'm like a virgin dick, I go hard, and I get up in your b!tch and boguard (both gone?)
Niggas riding waves without the (shore falls?)
I'mma drown your ass and take your surfboard (P-ssy)
My shit stink, no cushion Whoopie
Goldberg I beat the track Goldberg
Dusting off my shoulders and keep it moving forward
Nigga sat and playing Madden on the couch, boulder
Slower, you mother f-ckers goin' nowhere
Except for taking Grandma to the store
Turn the television on and check the score
And trail like a tail on a f-cking horse
