SAMSON
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Hip-Hop/Rap
SAMSON was released on June 7, 2025 by TTBRxBLV as a part of the album SAMSON - Single
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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Glokk40Spaz
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexander Gabriel Quezada
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zodiac
Producer
Lyrics
Stick out, I got him, just 'cause you ain't seen it, it ain't happen
Soon as I pick up that Drac', I got happy (Frrat, yeah)
Carbons on hip, yeah, I put the carbon on hip, I ain't lackin' (Carbon)
At first she was Barbie, and then she turned Bratz (Bitch)
On East, I got good drugs, I'm ridin' in that Caddy (Huh)
This whip, this a stolo, but I parked that bitch, valet (Yeah)
B-Whoa, you know I got these bitches in a choke hold (Yeah)
Play with P, crazy, got a pothole, tryna bro the ho
How the fuck I walk in with that fire? It was real cold (Brrt, brrt)
Racks can get to hangin' out my pockets like a earlobe (Huh)
Police-ass ****, man, hatin' on that [doso?] (Huh)
Bitch bad, this ho look like Coco (Huh)
Racks out, man, I'm trying not to showboat (Racks out)
Man, your motion, man, that shit lookin' slow motion (Slow)
Fear of missing out, the hoes got FOMO (Frrat, frrat)
Before I play with the spot, he on bro code (Frrat)
GL4 walk through the cut takin' photos (Frrat)
Thirty-round mag, it's hangin' out my Polo (Thirty, thirty)
You tryna steal, hell nah, that's a no-no (Tuh)
Talkin' 'bout, "Come suit up" like it's Hoco (What?)
Fine shit cool, but it's not enough mojo (What?)
That Drac' kickin' shit like I'm in a dojo, huh (Drac' kickin')
Yeah, I'm sittin' in the back, they tried to call Rosa Parks (Brrat)
Ain't worried 'bout that ****, man, he sweet, Pop-Tart (Brrat, brrat)
Only time I turn the music down, see a cop car (Brrat)
You tryna get out the spill, but I'm not on Wockhardt (Spill)
Huh, drank make him dance like he just stomp the yard (Yard)
Ya don't be the one pullin' this card (Come here)
Ran the opp down in Old Fourth Ward (Come here)
Huh, I ain't gon' cap, he ain't gettin' far (Far)
I'm gettin' **** whacked, Tony Montana (Get 'em, frrat)
I ain't in love with these bands, just snapped a bandana (Love with these bands)
We got thirty or the fifty-round, call that the Thunder (Yeah)
Yeah, shots get to flyin', go straight through his flannel (Yeah, shots flyin')
Yeah, straight through his flannel (Yeah)
Folks cut off my dreads, thought shit was gon' change me (Yeah)
Yeah, fuck I look like, Samson? Huh (The fuck?)
Rippin' shit off like a **** had some band-aids (Fwee)
Thot-ass bitch tryna fuck, stay off cascade (Yeah)
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout, got more thots than a backpage (Back, huh)
How you got your fire took twice? Man, that's so strange (Come here)
Huh, shit finna blow like some propane (Bitch)
Drop merch, shit sell faster than cocaine (Drop merch)
12 like, "What's yo' name?" Bitch, I got no name (No)
How many guns in the car? it's like four flames (Fuck)
When I get to fuckin' shit up, I don't care 'bout no fame (Fame)
Heard the pussy was wack, so I just copped the brain (Huh, wack, huh)
Durango, you know it's hard to stay in my lane (Frrat)
TRX, tryna break that out the cage (TRX)
Prada shoes and the Glock match, man, they beige (Shit I copped)
I'm robbin' and gettin' off too many days (Frrat, frrat)
They come out with razors like some bats in a cave (Cave)
I make left and right turns like I'm goin' through a maze (Yeah)
"Ayy, why you still rappin'?" I don't know, this shit pays (Fuck)
**** said they want smoke, but that shit like some haze (Said they want smoke)
This bitch, she thick, but this ho drive me crazy (Crazy, frrt)
Rubber band on my Glock, my bitch said that's fugazi, huh (Huh, frrt)
That bitch don't love me, that ho want my money
That ho want my baby, this ho tryna drain me (Thought you was gon' stay)
Every time I talk, man, they say I sound crazy
Don't care, no, I'm different, so, no, they can't
At the end? Fuck it, run it back
Ha, ****, where your hundred at? (Ha)
****, don't get whacked about a gnat (Frrat)
Playmaker like I'm quarterback
Young makin' plays **** like I'm quarterback
In the skies, we can drink and fly
Moving fast, spread my wings and fly high
Don't wanna ever reside here
Written by: Alexander Gabriel Quezada
