Osama
Seven Hundred Drillion
Yeah
Pshhh
Yeah
Yah
Tryna be me
Switching locations ain't tryna get deep, all my niggas came in
Yeah ehh
IYAH
You not on my team
Fuck get a beam or sum
Yeah
Watch how I step in this summer
Yeah
Internet beef I'm Osama
Yeah
All of my bands this summer
Yeah
All black fit with the red bottoms
Yeah
I'm in the club with the H bottles
You cannot pick on us
If my name don't die I'm gonna keep goin' up
Yeah, talking about cash gotta go re up
SWAGTALK really gone bad
I'm betting money on money I'm really goin' up
Hmm iyeaah
Yeah
All your swag got rigged
Mmmh
IYEAA YEAH
Talking that smack I hope you got back up
All of my opps get picked up, Yeah
All your swag got rigged
Mmmh, Yeah
Smoking on packs, shit, Yeah
All of my pockets they up
Get better you really not us
I'm gonna catch me a leak
This time ain't goin away
I'm gonna get me sum beans bro
I'm gonna get me a bitch
And you niggas goin tell me, Wassup?
In Sandton I move with a gun
Got whole lotta opps I need me a gun
Keep telling you niggas get better
In a field I'm fighting Mayweather
In a field I'm really like Gunna
Keep telling you niggas get better
In a field I'm really alone
And the summer really never ends
I'm gonna really get you in your ends
That nigga better send me the Lo-
Yeah
Pshhh
Yeah
Yah
Tryna be me
Switching locations ain't tryna get deep, all my niggas came in
Yeah ehh
IYAH
You not on my team
Fuck get a beam or sum
Yeah
Watch how I step in this summer
Yeah
Internet beef I'm Osama
Yeah
All of my bands this summer
Yeah
All black fit with the red bottoms
Yeah
I'm in the club with the H bottles
You cannot pick on us
If my name don't die I'm gonna keep goin' up
Yeah, talking about cash gotta go re up
SWAGTALK really gone bad
I'm betting money on money I'm really goin' up
Hmm iyeaah
Yeah
All your swag got rigged
Mmmh
IYEAA YEAH
Talking that smack I hope you got back up
All of my opps get picked up, Yeah
All your swag got rigged
Mmmh, Yeah
Smoking on packs, shit, Yeah
All of my pockets they up
Get better you really not us
I'm gonna catch me a leak
This time ain't goin away
I'm gonna get me sum beans bro
I'm gonna get me a bitch
And you niggas goin tell me, Wassup?
In Sandton I move with a gun
Got whole lotta opps I need me a gun
Keep telling you niggas get better
In a field I'm fighting Mayweather
In a field I'm really like Gunna
Keep telling you niggas get better
In a field I'm really alone
And the summer really never ends
I'm gonna really get you in your ends
That nigga better send me the Lo-
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