Zara Bash & Ty Safari - Basquiat

Lets make movies
Samo

Samo
Samo
It's the same ole
Had to skate off
Say man
This shit paid off
Samo
Samo
Nowhere I can't go
It's a skate off
Say man
This ain't the same sauce

Paint like I want to
Who gone do it like me
Shawty wanna groove with us
Say she tired of sight seeing
Keep it so smooth like the motherfucking Isleys
Money and the jewels I can put it all behind me

Young nigga with a laptop
High def, 1080p with the backdrop
Yall niggas better catch up, mess up
Treat yo girlfriend like a lapdog
Niggas penny pinching I just go out and get it
I'm from a place where niggas shoot at your fitted
I'm on the way to go and fuck up some digits
I hit your phone just hit me back if you with it goddamn
Put the money in my hand
Niggas hella weird I will never understand
Do you wanna be a hoe or do you wanna be a fan
That's the kind of shit that really gets a nigga banned
How the fuck you sorry if you did the shit again
People really hate you when you got it on demand
Somebody tell this nigga if they don't come and get his mans
We gone pull up with the drums like its battle of the bands
Bitch nigga stop playing

Said they want the old me back
That means they fucked up and I'm in my prime
We smoked the whole damn pack
So I'm feeling good sit back and unwind
My bitch is od fat
I cop her Dior, she say that it's mine
I'm bout to od flex
Just look at my pants look at the design

Samo
Samo
It's the same ole
Had to skate off
Say man
This shit paid off
Samo
Samo
Nowhere I can't go
It's a skate off
Say man
This ain't the same sauce

When you so free everybody wanna get a piece of the pie
Ain't shit free you niggas just must be hypnotized
Where was you at when we were in the streets just getting high
Now these niggas wanna be around I see them in disguise
I'm in the sky so ain't heard of none
We can go up be the furthest one
Catch me on top like Aladdin
Getting some head on my Persian rug
Moments like this just burn to dust
OG Kush it hurt my lungs
Get them packs and serve ya mom
Serve ya sister
Serve ya son
Since a young boy hard to be
All this drip ain't hard to see
I leave trails they follow me
Like I'm sick as hell so much slime on me
So much slime on me

Said they want the old me back
That means they fucked up and I'm in my prime
We smoked the whole damn pack
So I'm feeling good sit back and unwind
My bitch is od fat
I cop her Dior, she say that it's mine
I'm bout to od flex
Just look at my pants look at the design

Black suit
Walk in
Show no, favors
Pop one
Take off
See you, later
Smoked out
Zipped up
Lost in, vapors
Breathe in
Breathe out
Breathe in
Breathe in
Black suit
Walk in
Show no, favors
Pop one
Take off
See you, later
Smoked out
Zipped up
Lost in, vapors
Breathe in
Breathe in
Breathe in
Breathe out

Heaven on earth still fighting with the demons
Made it out the dirt know a real one when I see one
Hard to be when you know ya gone be something
Hard to breathe when there's so many reasons

Spark one up
Got another one rolled
Tuck that bitch when the shit don't fold
Ask whats this
White bricks
White gold
A four not enough trick pour some more

Written by:
Torrence Williams, Tyus Joyner

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