Hodgy - Samurai lyrics
[Hodgy - Samurai lyrics]
Cadillac gold grills in
My motherfuckin' 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
Mountain Climbing's about the rhyming
I work 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 flop Divac
Flocka to take me a boombox
Every fucking tune knocks
I see you running ya chops
Chop it up and get chopped
Bag 'em up, he off the docks
And bitch I'm at the beach
Bitch I'm at the beach
(oh) bitch I'm at the beach
With a childish flow
That means this shit is out your reach
I'm here to keep it G
From the eyes 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
Bitch I'm next to die
(Die) Consider me invisible
And also one mentally fucked individual
Why the fuck got these niggas gotta hate for?
I got a lot of shit they can't pay for
Cooler than the beach, fuck the lake shore
You niggas take six, well I'mma take more
I'm like a virgin dick, I go hard
And I get up in your bitch and bogart
Niggas riding waves without the chauffeur
I'mma drown your ass and take your surfboard
(PUSSY) 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
Bored
Slower, you motherfuckers goin' nowhere
Except for taking Grandma to the store
Turn the television on and check the score
And trail like a tail on a fucking horse
My motherfuckin' 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
Mountain Climbing's about the rhyming
I work 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 flop Divac
Flocka to take me a boombox
Every fucking tune knocks
I see you running ya chops
Chop it up and get chopped
Bag 'em up, he off the docks
And bitch I'm at the beach
Bitch I'm at the beach
(oh) bitch I'm at the beach
With a childish flow
That means this shit is out your reach
I'm here to keep it G
From the eyes 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
Bitch I'm next to die
(Die) Consider me invisible
And also one mentally fucked individual
Why the fuck got these niggas gotta hate for?
I got a lot of shit they can't pay for
Cooler than the beach, fuck the lake shore
You niggas take six, well I'mma take more
I'm like a virgin dick, I go hard
And I get up in your bitch and bogart
Niggas riding waves without the chauffeur
I'mma drown your ass and take your surfboard
(PUSSY) 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
Bored
Slower, you motherfuckers goin' nowhere
Except for taking Grandma to the store
Turn the television on and check the score
And trail like a tail on a fucking horse