Polo Paul - S.A.M.B. (feat. K.O & Phantom) Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My brother earned respect by Burning his tech
My girl messaged me hot like she Burning a text
They upset I'm out here just Earning upsets
I need the vent, my bro Concerned and upset
He ready to wreck something, I'm Talking stretch something
Test me, he gon' have your Mother stressed, youngin
I suggest you just stay blessed, Youngin
I have you calling for help, SOS On it
Now let's press on it, I got the G's On it
I got G's on it, and I feed logic
She left you on read, guess you Need phonics
And you never really wanna be That cheap topic
Her low self-esteem develops Speech problems
That's why y'all niggas do the Elite ballin
I'm smokin' y'all, now let's smoke Some tree on it
Rich boy send your girl, now I'ma Throw some D's on it
Ease on it, flow effortless, out Here checking shit
Niggas is treacherous, f*ck your Preferences
I don't need no assist, no next of Kin
Son of Pablo when I'm working Like a Mexican
And this is a freestyle, not even The best of him
Where's the rest of him? Cause They loving him
Slam dunk, Tupac talking above The rim
Last name, the first name in the Government
I remember back in the days we Blamed the government
And I really try to stay on my Humble shit
But these days they don't know Who they f*cking with
I will up a grip and get it f*cking Lit
But shout out to my brother Though
Shout out to my brother though
Yeah, shout out to my brother Though
Rich
Ops can't even run off before you Can let ton off
The trenches made us different, Shopping sprees, we hit the gun Store
I'm baby bro like Jodeo, the hoes, My bro's a f*ck on
But see me now like you don't Wear your b.b. now the rich man Niggas savage
And the clip made niggas Average, You would think they All my Mother's sons
Cause we slide like the Jacksons, Big bro pull up in some shit You've never seen
Do tricks in traffic, Jeff and Mack Fly with the lattice
Steph and Clayton, the shot is, the Shot is different
My bro told me they for the Streets, if they for me then f*ck More
I get it now, I chill around Baddies that be on the slut walk
My pops was gone, my big bro Stopped it, oh he said I got ya
That's why back in the day I Stayed with Trey, man his job my Job
Shout out to my brother though
Shout out to my brother though
Shout out to my brother though
The flow greedy and I follow the Greed
Punching like Apollo Creed, I Bob and I weave
I dust plans, catch it right with the Cleanest sweep
Talk is cheap, I suggest you not to Play it sweet
You ever see a flamingo, the clip Curl like a beak
I expect you bird niggas not to Say that it's heat
I ain't come here to play, I ain't With the chitter chatter
A clip of splatter, I got dinner Plates on a bigger platter
I set the ball high, bigger ladder
I might buy a new gun, that'll Come with the biggest ladder
The devil get you set up for a lack Of respect
I seen bougie girls turn ratchet at Best
Been ahead of my time since Screwing in the back of the steps
When I was banging I was giving Out physicals like a doctor's note
I met a ratchet, we was kinda Close, she like the smoke
She cook the coke, I keep her Close
Shots hit his leg, that's a newly Couple dead
I'll have kids follow your whip, Nigga, like newly coupled weds
But shoutout to my brother Though
Shoutout to my brother though
Yeah, shoutout to my brother Though
I don't got too many brothers
Circle small chat, work and ball
Don't talk shop amongst each Other
Shannon Sharp with the cut up, Everybody ain't your brother 'em
YFP, we the government, from Inception to leo lessons
Up forever if you wanna spin, Better call Paul one of them
They don't know who you F*cking with
Phantom used to live above the Rim
Now they saying on some other Shit
Wanted the hood to love me
What good could come of it
All of the push and shoving
We had to push the budget
Worked the day and the whole Night
My brother make me piece it up With these niggas that I don't like
Cause when shit went left, I Showed him you know a nigga Got a strong right
I be laughing like shit went shit For him, don't even go right
Turn around and Uber 30 minutes All the way to a whole fight
You know this nigga be so bright
My brother's shoe, we gotta use That
My brother's swinging, better Move back
I ain't never mad with my blood Brother, get the catcher attitude Facts
Gotta have some understanding For the youngin, he a new jack
Shout out to my brother though
Shout out to my brother though
Shout out to my brother though