Visions

Lyrics

[Intro: King Samson] [?] [?] bullshit [?] my Glizzy [?] (And I'm high as shit right now) [?] Shout out to the [?] [?] swag shit right now [Verse 1: King Samson] I wake up, I rolled me a Swisher (a Swisher) Sometimes, I feel like I'm Bishop (I do, XavierJordan.com) Go grab my bitch off of Bishop (Skrt) My bottoms is red, seven-thirty, nigga But we gon' pull up in that fifty (Skrrt) My shooters is all in attendance My plug meet me right at the Wendy's (He do) He need me to handle some business (Work) Stopped right on Damen, then holler at Ted (Push up) And tell him I'm ready, I need me some bread Skrrt right on shorty, then get me some head (Skrrt) She text my phone, say she need her some bread I'm just that nigga, Versace-to-water Diamonds on water, they might need to drown (Drip, drip) I need a Xanny, I might need to pop (I'm dripping, I'm dripping) Banana clip and I might need a chop' Samson-and-Samson, I'm whipping the soda with water, I just be dripping the water United Center, I'm balling like Rose, I might just pop me a Rose (I'm balling, I'm balling) Fuck up a tour, my niggas rolling for sure (Pop) All of these guns—my niggas blowing for sure (Boom-boom, "Gang!") I'm just gon' get me some bread, get me some money, it's all in my head ("FBG, bitch!") Commas and Jacksons and millions, guess it's all under the bed [Verse 2: FBG Duck] Wake up and then I go get me some lean, I think I drink too much lean I got your bitch on her knees, she sucked me so good, that I didn't want her to leave Niggas be mad 'cause they bitches be liking, so they wanna fight me, he pull up his sleeve I pulled that bitch out my briefs, then I start shootin' and shootin' until he can't breathe Niggas be thinking they hard, chopper'll tear you apart Scope on that bitch, it can see you from afar Light on it, too, just in case I can't see in the dark Boy, we don't shoot out of cars, we get up on you and spark Niggas start "Ooh"-ing and "Aargh"-ing Family won't see you tomorrow Whoever told you we sweet, they was sending you off Mama told me got to watch myself when I'm 'round sucker niggas, so I got something that hold a hundred Niggas be saying I'm pussy, they lying, you can try me if you want it The hundred go bah-bah-bah-baow, then they won't find you 'til the morning I was told this how they want me to motherfucking come, so fuck it, man, this how I'm doing it Niggas be getting on these tracks and start lying, they is not telling the truth He said he telling the truth, boy, who the fuck are you tellin' it to? Niggas be talking that shit, but they don't wanna admit that I'm way better than you You say you better than who? I'ma just "Shh" 'cause I do not preach 'cause that's something a revered will do