Hodgy Beats - Samurai lyrics

Cadillac gold grills in my mother f**in' mouth Cocaine, gold chain rests on my vertebrae All them n***as that be hatin' better watch what they say I heat 'em up, beat 'em up I'm Ca**ius Clay Mountain Climbing's about the rhyming, I [work](undefined) to the tippy-top Me, my notepad, Mary Jane, sticky pot Ticks from the clock, so it means I don't get to stop I be in the studio pacing, waiting for this sh** to drop n***as wish whether we flop Divac Flock to take me a boombox, every f**ing 2 knocks I see you running ya chops, chop it up and get chopped Bag 'em up, he off the docks b**h I'm at the beach b**h I'm at the beach, (oh) b**h I'm at the beach With a childish flow, that means this sh** is at your reach I'm here to keep it g , from the eyes (I's) how I see You're here to be a b-i-t on my d I need no ID for you to recognize I exercise my thought, got you petrified, b**h I'm next to die Consider me invisible, and also one mentally f**ed individual (A bunch of coughing and trading blunts, pa**ing the weed around) Why the f** got these n***as gotta hate for? I got a lot of sh** they can't pay for Cooler than the beach f** the lakeshore You n***as take six, well I'mma take more I'm like a virgin dick, I go hard, and I get up in your b**h and boguard n***as riding waves without the chauffeur I'mma drown your a** and take your surfboard (PUSSY!) My sh** stink, no cushion Whoopie Goldberg I beat the track Goldberg Dusting off my shoulders and keep it moving forward n***a sat and playing Madden on the couch, bored Slower, you mother f**ers goin' nowhere Except for taking Grandma to the store Turn the television on and check the score And trail like a tail on a f**ing horse