Trump Tight

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, uh, check it out, y'all You can't see me, yeah Here we go, here we go, uh [Verse 1: Sam Sneed] Do you remember me, Sam Sneed from, uh... "Think you better recognize"? Well yo, I'm back on the track like a hi-hat Freakin' ill skills wit' more funk — that's what I'm into Think how my mental get acquainted with the instrumental (Yeah) It's like that [?], it's like that 'Cause I'm a slave to the rhythm, huh, so spark the ism (Uh) It's on too distracted, I provided for your hard rocks and honey dips Flippin' 'cause the needle ain't skippin' I work hard to make the cream like Wu-Tang (Yeah) By doin' my own thang, bust a slang, motherfuckers can't hang I'm the golden child, the flyest got more skins The Buffalo Bill around this universe, check ya lady's purse (Uh) It's guaranteed to have my seven digits and the 4-1-1 The fellas that I Loc wit' be quick to smoke shit So if you step, you'll get touched, nigga 'Cause I'm that deep mob figure wit' my brains behind the trigger [Chorus] I can dig it I can dig it [Verse 2: Sam Sneed] Once again, it's the man with the master plan Wit' a solid gold Glock in my hand And I'm sice, so back the hell up because ya fakin' moves Ain't no question, I'm the man with the illest grooves I get knee deep, don't you diss me Because my hooks are catchy like AID's, I'm tight in all trades An ex-villain makin' a killin' — dollar, dollar, dollar, bill y'all Because I'm really, really, really, real y'all I gets busy like traffic when I'm movin' crowds Like the awe, hittin' hard on every boulevard And when I'm on stage, I'm 'bout business You can either be a witness or you confront and wind up on my hit list So act like you know (Uh), or should I say act you knew Then play the background clown because ya through Illegitimate suspects put me to the test But never the less, they end up wit' a shell in they chest I'm Trump tight [Chorus] I can dig it I can dig it [Verse 3] I'm keepin' it real, you can feel it from my handshake My sisters tell me if a man's fake since my mack game is tight I play these suckers for pimps face 'cause every closed eye ain't sleepin' And every devil ain't within the white race I'm a predator on competitors Plus, when I slam the jam for my fam, they say, "Play it again, Sam!" The S-A-M-S-N-E-E-D, T-H-E-B-I-G-P-I-M-P-C-G, you feel me? I don't come down wit' no run down material I'm like a serial raper with the pen and a paper (Yeah) Trapped in a metal skeleton, take a Exced' for these headaches And fools, I'm packin' lead like Zeppelin Time to represent, spent twenty five on the Hennessy Bent' Now my crew will set it off on my enemies (Yeah) Too many fakers wit' no flavor So I had to hit 'em wit' the short shot, now it's time to shake the spot I'm Trump tight [Chorus] I can dig it I can dig it