That Was A Sample

[Intro]
Oowee
Oowee
Mhm
Bitch
(G— G— G— G— Grams)
Bitch
Haha, yeah

[Verse]
Bitch better not stop looking up 'cause she seeing a star
That's a Rolls Royce and that is a new Maybach, not James Harden driving, that's me in the car
I'm out of town and I got paid 'bout thirty, you ever get lucky seeing me in the bar
I'm in the sky and I be with them birdies, we sending them feathers, we fiendin' for war
I'll shoot your face when it's lean in your jaw
Sippin' on blood, you leaning some more
We playing Halo, it's beams in your car
I'll send a laser beam straight through your door
Bullets go straight through the passenger
I'm the ambassador, start up a massacre
Your life is passing you, send 'em to Africa
Motherland wrap 'em up, choir boy, clap 'em up
R.I.P. to the chain, but I'm still Splashy Duck
That shit was whack as fuck, I shot his captain up
Niggas on plays and they moving, I'm splashing up
I'm in a droptop in Houston, who touching us?
I'm driving cars that be roofless, y'all scared to flush
I sent that boy out of town on the Magic Bus
We put his soul in the soda, pass the cup
I just bought me a new dually, red flag the truck
Look like a redneck soowoo when I'm backing up, soo
How much millions she gave me? Two
How much bitches I'm breaking? Few
In the Maybach, I'm banging Screw, ooh
Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop
Eighty-fours sitting on a Rolls Royce drop top
Hit a nigga shoulder like a pop lock
I be in the streets like a Pop Rock
Had to call up P 'cause he got knocked
Can't do you low down 'cause your ho down
But if a nigga fucked up 'cause her toes down
I'ma hit him in the face with four rounds
Fuck all that pimping, I ain't contact
I was stomping on a blade with a Glock strapped
Walgreens, Visa card and a backpack
Bitch tried to put a chicken in a knapsack
Got a bitch on the website, twenty-four
Way before I was a pimp, I was a gigolo
Bitch, I ain't finna kiss for the mistletoe
Put my finger on the ground, make her kiss the floor
Every bitch that pay me is a pretty ho
White bitch with more followers than D-Rose
And the bitch ain't never shot a free throw
Big booty freak ho, still the MVP, though
We was still outside when the streets closed
Fuck COVID-19, I'm the cheat code
Left, Right, Up, Down, A, B, gon' L2, L2, turn another beat on
I'ma leave the grease gone
He was standing outside, got his feet blown
Sister gotta think about him to a sweet song
I ain't tryna squash shit when the heat on
Let it be known, I'm him
What's your chances of winning? Slim
Where I been? On my fitness, gym
Why you dived in that water? Swim, Ming Ming
Sharp like a mark, got ding-ding
Still got a Chinese bitch named Ping-Ping
Evisu lines on the jean-jeans
I'm the hardest nigga in the ring-ring
Speaking of a ring, this a pink diamond
Threw away my heart in the ice, love keep shining
I done sold pussy in deep climate
I couldn't love a bitch if she speak diamonds
I couldn't love a bitch if she made me immortal
I couldn't love a bitch if she was my mother
But I love my flag and I love my cutter
I'ma throw it all, motherfucker
Ten toes down, staying with my brothers
Each one teach one, brothers lead others
Still swimming with the sharks, them my sea brothers
But I'm Splamu
I'm the nigga with the bitches out in Cancun
Gun on the jet ski, I'm a damn fool
Put the streets on my back, camel
Turn a nigga to eggs, scramble
That's a sample

[Chorus]
That was a sample
That was a sample
That was a sample, yeah, that was a sample
We talking flavor, you know I got ample
Bitch, you ain't lit, ho, you know you a candle
No, you ain't dripping in no Gucci sandals
You ain't getting millions, then you getting trampled
And that's just a sample
Yeah, that was a sample
Yeah, that was a sample
Yeah, that was a sample, yeah, that was a sample
We talking flavor, you know I got ample
Bitch, you ain't lit, ho, you know you a candle
No, you ain't dripping in no Gucci sandals
You ain't getting millions, then you getting trampled
And that's just a sample