Sam Trocki
Two Sixteens (Pt 1)
[Part 1: Andy Milonakis]
[Verse 1]
Milonakis and I got the hots big
Your momma is a cougar and she's got me hostage
Bitches come easy, hoes so sleezy
They try to be my baby, I ain't Lil Weezy
You want to see a mil? Yo ho, I got that
You pirate hooker, give me my cock back
You scared of the hood, I'm like where the block at
You say I can't spit, well ho then top that
Sipping Ayahuasca with a Jewish Shaman
Eating Top Ramen with Tuten Camden
You ain't shooting, stop it
You just losing profits cause your music's obnoxious
Like super stale bong hits
Young Sachi versus Milonakis
Just lose my number ho, and fall back
I got Kenan and Kel bars, I'm all that
[Part 2: Young Sachi]
Yeah, Sachi
[Verse]
Four grams in the wood, it's Sachi
Will never kill the beat bitch, just watch
I woke up in [?] to the sound of gun shots
You missed me bitch, I'm like 56
Like the Deadliest Catch, I got the lean on deck
She said "eat this pussy," in a sec
I'm cold boy, twisted like old boy
And my rhyme book thicker than Tolstoi
And I'm liver than the illest man
Higher than the ceiling fan
[?] I hurt your fucking feelings man
Back the fuck up or catch a quick fade
From a fat motherfucker in the sixth grade
I been paid, made a few mill, yeah I been paid
And my word is bond like King Kai, bitch