Sam & John ft. Josh Lamont & J.Sos Lyrics

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