T193 Lyrics – OsamaSon

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[Intro]
(Boop-boop-boop)
(Boop-boop-boop)

[Verse 1]
I need a five star b!tch (Boop-boop-boop)
And I got drügs up in this whip (Woo)
We do drügs, we get kills
Hand out slugs just for real (Boop-boop-boop)
Bentley truck, switch the whip
Wearing pink diamonds, not no steel (Bee-bee)
I'm shooting out the roof for real, I'm on the beans, yeah, yeah (Woo, yeah)
I'm off the E, ah, yeah, you get cleaned Paul Bearer
She said, "What do I do?" I told her, "I ball there" (I ball, b!tch)
Who pulled up? Two by two, I don't give a fu*k, guns all here
Fifty clips, shoot all year, I can never fall, yeah (Boop-boop-boop)
Oh, you think you ball? Yeah, 'til we knock you off, yeah (Oh, oh, oh)
Off them beans in my mode, rob your house with the poles
B!tch, you already know I'm chose, do one finna' go slow-mo (Oh)
Hold up, spend four bands on lean, move slow-mo (Let's go)
Everyone's waiting for the pop-up, but I told 'em, "I need more"
YSL jeans hold the knocker, boy, you better tell your bros (Boop-boop)
And my shooter tryna pop him, yeah, he seen him, he ain't froze (He ain't froze)
We make clips with Dracos (Let's go), we send hits, fu*k on hoes
We make movies and push fast cars, but the engine never blow (Skrr)
You got problems with your ho 'cause she wanna come fu*k with O, yeah
She wanna hop on a jet right now and come eat me off the bone (Let's go)
This not Baccarat, can't tell you my cologne
I just walked in the spot, I'm alone
It's just me and my Glock and my phone (Boop-boop-boop)
N!gga, I ain't making no call
When it's going down, they call my phone (Brr-brr)
Can't remember the last time I had a frown when the money hit my phone (Cha-ching)
I ain't hearing, I ain't hearing, I ain't listening, huh (Nah)
Boy, you keep talking all the bulls*it, start pissing me (Bulls*it)
Two micro Dracos, all got full clips, I'd listen (Pffrt)
N!ggas mad my life is so full, they act like b!tches (B!tches)

[Bridge]
Phew, phew, phew, phew (Boop-boop-boop)
Phew, phew, phew, phew (Boop-boop-boop)
Phew, phew, phew, phew (Boop-boop-boop)
Phew, phew, phew, phew (Boop-boop-boop)

[Verse 2]
So-so you think that you can stop this s*it? (Can't stop it)
FN, Five-SeveN, bullets knocking pricks (Boop-boop-boop, piped up)
That's your watch? Lil' b!tch, be jocking this (Ah, yeah)
I'm too busy sending shots, I can't miss, yeah (Phew, phew)
I got way too much damn guap, I can't count s*it, uh (Boop)
Talk to my grandma, she was just like, "Good job, I heard you did it" (Uh, yeah)
Riding 'round in them bricks, lil' b!tch, I'm so lazy, I'm on the same s*it (My jeweler)
If it ain't broke, don't fix it, I just copped a Lamb', finna get my kit, yeah (Ayy, let's go)
Fu*k over your player 'cause I'm the plug in the field, yeah (Ayy, let's go)
We gon' catch a kill, they gon' kill for a killer (Ayy, let's go)
Hands in them fives, I'm off the drügs for real, oh, yeah, yeah
My lil' brother so ill, he don't even get the chills, ah