Текст песни Sam & John (feat. J.Sos) - Buddy Lofton

This Vibe is like incense
Can smell the aroma
Mommy don't know what to do
With a loner
Niggas don't know what to do
With a nigga
Who smoke so much gas
He woke up in a coma
I don't know what I'ma do
When I'm sober
She know what she going to do
When she over
Call up her friend
Because they both look like twins
Now they playing with wood
But this ain't Minnesota
Niggas like you
Will get put on a poster
Yeah
They backing you down
Like a post up yeah
Nigga I'm smooth like a floater
Johnny Travolta bitch over dosing
Yeah
Glock nineteen like Co-vid yeah
I don't give a fuck I don't over care
I don't talk much I don't over share
I'm just trying to get my stock up
Looking over shares
Yeah I'm trying to get money like
Oprah Cher
Hov or somebody close or near
You loyal tell me what I need to know
Don't tell me some shit
I would hope to hear
So sincere
Niggas get plucked out of open air
Bitches get fucked
From the clothes they wear
Than they stunt on the gram
It is oh so weird
I am so prepared for all the bullshit That they Do with this
These niggas a bunch of illusionists
You'll probably be making
The news at ten
While we post on the block
Selling two for tens
Double nickels will split you in two
Than tear you apart
Like you been going through some shit
Nigga I'm talking some gruesome shit
You can turn to a pot
Like I grew some shit
I got it popping
Shake it
Like a gin and tonic
My money long like the island
But she from the tropics
And I want to smoke her I got too
See That's what I do with exotics
She know me from rhyming
She got no reason or logic
But I still record it and drop her
I ordered the lobster
She bugging
She used to McDonald's
I'm used to them leaving
I pour out a bottle
I need me a queen
Should work for Macdowell's
They hurting we make them say Ow
We Balling They searching for fouls
I'm making my points where it counts
I Just want the doubt
I flew in somewhere out of town
I rolled up an O from the pound
Now I'm going off in they're face
Yeah I feel like Nicolas Cage
And I'm filled with whiskey and rage
I'm hitting the stage
They screaming like pick me to play
I whip on that bitch Anna Mae
But I don't want to hurt nobody
Still ima kill them today
You with it and willing
Been winning for days huh
I'm going up and away
She need her a genie
She wish I would stay
I talk with conviction
You so out of place
It's The Young rap dapper don
I'm a boss till the casket fall
Dripped down in a faster car
Running laps all around your squad
It's no cap at all
I'm Turning slugs into caviar
I'm the wave El Capitan
I'm Going hard because I had it hard
Me and SOS like Sam and John
Hit list we just checking off
They sent shots but they hit the wall
Thank God

Pull up in black suits
Pull up in black suits
I'm in a bad mood
We in a bad mood
Attitude tattooed
Turn brains to Ragu
Did what I had to do what I have too
You niggas too over zealous
Really ain't shit you could tell us
Feel like we work for Marcellus
You niggas too over zealous
Really ain't shit you could tell us
Feel like we work for Marcellus