Oso Way
I get so high I hit my dance
They say tadoee fina spazz
Mama told me just don't crash Rule number 1 is be a man
In the ville we all get cash
Fuck the brakes we hit the gas Smoking blunts right out the bag Mane you know we all on that
I'm a young wild nigga copping Checks
Can't get no realer
Money don't make you no man
It just boosts your charisma
I know niggaz pulling triggers Hopping off of them 4 wheelers Pill your cap off make this thriller Music louder no I can't hear you Look down on most of these Niggas
They be rats no I can't feel them
Fill u up just like a bottle
Bitch I'm tougher then a Tahoe
I fuck on potential models
N**L with me we popping Bottles
P* if your hear just holla
Me and Suwag we making dollars They trying to label us some Monsters
On YouTube look at our pop ups Hittaz really doing numbers
Thats your bitch I really wonder Fuck her good now you in trouble Send her right back threw the Mail she stuck on me like ima Spell don't play with me cause I'll Raise hell nigga
(N*F shit,Big N*F in this bitch)
Lil mama she said she want to run With a thug
Baby come here just get in the tub If I ain't shit then bitch we done
Up in the ville we all keep a gun Even your brother will set you up Cross that line I'ma fuck you up
I know some killers that will wet You up
I know some bitches that will set You up
She suck your dick until your Sleep then she gone search all Threw your jeans
She takes your wallet and your Keys
And she might even steal some Weed
These hoes all know what's up With me
I don't play around about my Cheese
I love the green I ain't no slime But fuck the beef let's get this Money
Niggas in these streets they Claiming colors but they not Official
N*F the gang
I'll call my bro-nem they gone Really split you
Just like Chucky we gone get you In these streets my name official Packing weight and toting pistols Sending Bullets like a missile bitch I'm colder then December
All my ops can get dismembered
I don't like niggaz who be Reaching they really out here Tweaking
Off the gas I'm really steaming Drunk ass hell I'm really leaning N*F we leave you leaking
Kick your ass I'm really geeching Get rich or just keep on feening Out the door I'm really peeping Sneek a peek then you'll get Beaten
Police out here really creeping
They say tadoee fina spazz
Mama told me just don't crash Rule number 1 is be a man
In the ville we all get cash
Fuck the brakes we hit the gas Smoking blunts right out the bag Mane you know we all on that
I'm a young wild nigga copping Checks
Can't get no realer
Money don't make you no man
It just boosts your charisma
I know niggaz pulling triggers Hopping off of them 4 wheelers Pill your cap off make this thriller Music louder no I can't hear you Look down on most of these Niggas
They be rats no I can't feel them
Fill u up just like a bottle
Bitch I'm tougher then a Tahoe
I fuck on potential models
N**L with me we popping Bottles
P* if your hear just holla
Me and Suwag we making dollars They trying to label us some Monsters
On YouTube look at our pop ups Hittaz really doing numbers
Thats your bitch I really wonder Fuck her good now you in trouble Send her right back threw the Mail she stuck on me like ima Spell don't play with me cause I'll Raise hell nigga
(N*F shit,Big N*F in this bitch)
Lil mama she said she want to run With a thug
Baby come here just get in the tub If I ain't shit then bitch we done
Up in the ville we all keep a gun Even your brother will set you up Cross that line I'ma fuck you up
I know some killers that will wet You up
I know some bitches that will set You up
She suck your dick until your Sleep then she gone search all Threw your jeans
She takes your wallet and your Keys
And she might even steal some Weed
These hoes all know what's up With me
I don't play around about my Cheese
I love the green I ain't no slime But fuck the beef let's get this Money
Niggas in these streets they Claiming colors but they not Official
N*F the gang
I'll call my bro-nem they gone Really split you
Just like Chucky we gone get you In these streets my name official Packing weight and toting pistols Sending Bullets like a missile bitch I'm colder then December
All my ops can get dismembered
I don't like niggaz who be Reaching they really out here Tweaking
Off the gas I'm really steaming Drunk ass hell I'm really leaning N*F we leave you leaking
Kick your ass I'm really geeching Get rich or just keep on feening Out the door I'm really peeping Sneek a peek then you'll get Beaten
Police out here really creeping
Credits
Writer(s): Dy'von Glass
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