Letra de T193 - ‎OsamaSon

(Boop-boop-boop)

(Boop-boop-boop)

I need a five star bitch (Boop-boop-boop, yeah, yeah)

And I got drugs up in this whip (Woo)

We do drugs, we get kills (Let's get it)

Hand out slugs just for real (Boop-boop-boop)

Bentley truck, switch the whip (Skrrt, skrrt)

Wearin' pink diamonds, not no steel (Bee-bee)

I'm shootin' out the roof for real (Boop-boop-boop)

I'm on the beans, yeah, yeah (Woo, yeah)

I'm off the E, ah, yeah (Oh my God)

You get cleaned, Paul Bearer

She said, "What do I do?" I told her, "I ball there" (I ball, bitch)

Who pulled up? Two by two, I don't give a fuck, guns all here (Bitch, bitch)

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

Bitch, you already know I'm chose, do a one-fifty go slow-mo' (Oh)

Hold up, spend four bands on lean, move slow-mo' (Let's go)

Everyone's waitin' 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 straight hoes (Let's go), we take flicks, fuck on hoes

We make movies and push fast cars, but the engine never blow (Skrrt)

You got problems with your ho, 'cause she wanna come fuck 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 (No)

I just walked in the spot, I'm alone (Bitch, yeah)

It's just me and my Glock and my phone (Boop-boop-boop)

Nigga, I ain't makin' no call, when it's goin' 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 hearin', I ain't hearin', I ain't listenin', huh (Nah)

Boy, you keep talkin' all the bullshit, start pissin' me (Bullshit)

Two micro Dracos, all got full clips, I'd listen (Pfft)

Niggas mad my life is so full, they act like bitches (Bitches)

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)

So-so you think that you can stop this shit? (Can't stop it)

FN Five-SeveN, bullets knockin' pricks (Boop-boop-boop, piped up)

That's your watch? Lil' bitch, be jockin' this (Ah, yeah)

I'm too busy sendin' shots, I can't miss, yeah (Phew, phew)

I got way too much damn guap, I can't count shit, uh (Boop)

Talk to my grandma, she was just like, "Good job, I heard you did it" (Uh, yeah)

Ridin' 'round in them bricks, still lookin' for licks, yeah, I'm on the same shit (Uh, yeah)

If it ain't broke, don't fix it, I just got a van, finna get my hit, yeah (Ayy, let's go)

Fuck over your player 'cause I'm the plug in the field, yeah (Ayy, let's go)

We go catch a kill, then go kill for a kill, yeah (Ayy, let's go)

Hands in them fives, I'm off the drugs for real, oh, yeah, yeah

My lil' brother so ill, he don't even get the chills, ah

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