That Was A Sample

Lyrics

[Intro] Oowee Oowee Mhm Bitch (G— G— G— G— Grams) Bitch Haha, yeah [Verse] Bitch better not stop looking up 'cause she seeing a star That's a Rolls Royce and that is a new Maybach, not James Harden driving, that's me in the car I'm out of town and I got paid 'bout thirty, you ever get lucky seeing me in the bar I'm in the sky and I be with them birdies, we sending them feathers, we fiendin' for war I'll shoot your face when it's lean in your jaw Sippin' on blood, you leaning some more We playing Halo, it's beams in your car I'll send a laser beam straight through your door Bullets go straight through the passenger I'm the ambassador, start up a massacre Your life is passing you, send 'em to Africa Motherland wrap 'em up, choir boy, clap 'em up R.I.P. to the chain, but I'm still Splashy Duck That shit was whack as fuck, I shot his captain up Niggas on plays and they moving, I'm splashing up I'm in a droptop in Houston, who touching us? I'm driving cars that be roofless, y'all scared to flush I sent that boy out of town on the Magic Bus We put his soul in the soda, pass the cup I just bought me a new dually, red flag the truck Look like a redneck soowoo when I'm backing up, soo How much millions she gave me? Two How much bitches I'm breaking? Few In the Maybach, I'm banging Screw, ooh Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop Eighty-fours sitting on a Rolls Royce drop top Hit a nigga shoulder like a pop lock I be in the streets like a Pop Rock Had to call up P 'cause he got knocked Can't do you low down 'cause your ho down But if a nigga fucked up 'cause her toes down I'ma hit him in the face with four rounds Fuck all that pimping, I ain't contact I was stomping on a blade with a Glock strapped Walgreens, Visa card and a backpack Bitch tried to put a chicken in a knapsack Got a bitch on the website, twenty-four Way before I was a pimp, I was a gigolo Bitch, I ain't finna kiss for the mistletoe Put my finger on the ground, make her kiss the floor Every bitch that pay me is a pretty ho White bitch with more followers than D-Rose And the bitch ain't never shot a free throw Big booty freak ho, still the MVP, though We was still outside when the streets closed Fuck COVID-19, I'm the cheat code Left, Right, Up, Down, A, B, gon' L2, L2, turn another beat on I'ma leave the grease gone He was standing outside, got his feet blown Sister gotta think about him to a sweet song I ain't tryna squash shit when the heat on Let it be known, I'm him What's your chances of winning? Slim Where I been? On my fitness, gym Why you dived in that water? Swim, Ming Ming Sharp like a mark, got ding-ding Still got a Chinese bitch named Ping-Ping Evisu lines on the jean-jeans I'm the hardest nigga in the ring-ring Speaking of a ring, this a pink diamond Threw away my heart in the ice, love keep shining I done sold pussy in deep climate I couldn't love a bitch if she speak diamonds I couldn't love a bitch if she made me immortal I couldn't love a bitch if she was my mother But I love my flag and I love my cutter I'ma throw it all, motherfucker Ten toes down, staying with my brothers Each one teach one, brothers lead others Still swimming with the sharks, them my sea brothers But I'm Splamu I'm the nigga with the bitches out in Cancun Gun on the jet ski, I'm a damn fool Put the streets on my back, camel Turn a nigga to eggs, scramble That's a sample [Chorus] That was a sample That was a sample That was a sample, yeah, that was a sample We talking flavor, you know I got ample Bitch, you ain't lit, ho, you know you a candle No, you ain't dripping in no Gucci sandals You ain't getting millions, then you getting trampled And that's just a sample Yeah, that was a sample Yeah, that was a sample Yeah, that was a sample, yeah, that was a sample We talking flavor, you know I got ample Bitch, you ain't lit, ho, you know you a candle No, you ain't dripping in no Gucci sandals You ain't getting millions, then you getting trampled And that's just a sample