Sam D. - Two Fucks (feat. Rio Da Comic)

Yo
Its Sam D. and my nigga AZ it’s the mutha fucking Masters nigga
Gon get your backwoods, your swishers, your cups, your ice, all that pour the fuck up
Hold up hold up
Beat slowed down
Like I got two cup
I can give two fucks
I can’t give two fucks (Nope)
Be beat slowed down
Like I got two cups
I can give two fucks
I can’t give two fucks
Look I live life with zero fucks given
Facing the opposition middle fingers to the ceiling
Based on my ambition millions my new addition
Money is the mission counting like mathematicians
This my passion spit acid yall average nigga
Yall rapping I’m laughing yall ass shit give up
My madness is magic spit classics nigga
I make the track render helpless I been a Master Killa
For real though im putting in work while yall chilling
Been on my job no days off that’s boss business
Never change in my own lane yall side shifting
This an out of body experience like God penning
Give me a minute get on my dentise and floss with it
I got no GPS on the track I get lost in it
You rappers wack that’s all facts like non-fiction
Keep it a bean I give two fucks about yall feelings
And yall dig em
Dig it dig it di di dig it dig it di di dig it dig it di di dig it dig it di di di
Dig it dig it di di dig it dig it di di dig it dig it di di dig it dig it di di di
Hold up hold up
Beat slowed down
Like I got two cup
I can give two fucks
I can’t give two fucks (Nope)
Be beat slowed down
Like I got two cups
I can give two fucks
I can’t give two fucks
If you knew better you’ll do better I blew cheddar
I pack heat like two sweater it’s a new era
Sam D. I’m too clever for you failures
Not here to Play-boy I aint Huge Hefner I’m the new Dexter
I’m immaculate making rapper quit is in the manuscript
Man he’s sick killing my condolences
Rabies bite Cujo wildin can’t contain this shit
My own squad duel personalities like I played in Split
Slide on the scene Tom Cruse style my Businesses Risky
Your Boy Hood punches swinging like they killed Ricky
Rewind me back I’ll say it again like my name Pinky
And the Brain your girl maintain keep this man fiening
Fresh out of fuck you niggas suck give this shit up
Got you holding on to my bars like aint no seats on the bus
I used to give a fuck now I don’t give a fuck-less
Track killer Keyser Soze Usual Suspect what next
I told yall this was too easy
Dig it dig it di di dig it dig it di di dig it dig it di di dig it dig it di di di
Dig it dig it di di dig it dig it di di dig it dig it di di dig it dig it di di di
Hold up hold up
Beat slowed down
Like I got two cup
I can give two fucks
I can’t give two fucks (Nope)
Be beat slowed down
Like I got two cups
I can give two fucks
I can’t give two fucks

Written by:
Samuel Troutt Jr.

Publisher:
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