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babyk osama - no attempts lyrics

[intro]
(stg)

[verse 1: anti da menace]
ain’t too many like me, i come off the head, no writing
told my youngin, “take a chill pill”, he fell in love with striking
whoa, whoa, leave his brains on the floor, i’m ready to kick down that boy door
in the west it’s really wicked, if you don’t get hit, we spin some more
i’m a different breed, b+tch, i step on opps like centipedes
i’ma make some’ bleed, when i drop shots, they gon’ remember me
no, i keep that heat, these streets colder than decembеr be
loud house, shoot him in his face, knock a p+ssy n+gga smilе off
[verse 2: babyk osama]
come ’round the corner, hold him down, can’t let your shooter go (can’t let your shooter go)
i want the whole, don’t want no half, that’s what i bought ’em for (i bought the whole)
what i pop ’em for (what i pop ’em for), ’cause he was askin’ what we robbin’ for (what we robbin’ for)
savage sh+t, got me slidin’ in a rental car (got me slidin’ in a rental car)
make me come and spin your block (ayy), i use my feet just like a track star (bah, bah+bah, bah+bah)
double back then we gon’ hawk him down (bah+bah+bah)
oh, you talkin’ loud, run up on you, then i crack a smile (come here, woah)
swing your block (yeah, bah+bah), we riding with the dracs like shots, we spray him down (go)

[verse 3: anti da menace]
i’m tryna catch me another head, i’m goin’ mad (yeah)
i’m posted with them soldiers, you can catch me in that rent (you can catch me in that rent)
the arp, it got no stock, you gettin’ k!lled not gettin’ jacked (not gettin’ jacked)
b+tch, i be rollin’ off the top, sittin’ in that splatt like, where you at? (like, where you at?)
fraow, switch n+gga, cruisin’ down the west, tryna catch one of these b+tch n+ggas
how the f+ck i was just seventeen but my bank account on six figures?
i been gettin’ real rich, he greener than a dill pickle
he moved out of town and think he gone, i bet we still clip him
wait, bring my choppa out
this n+gga play with me, we gon’ cook his ass like waffle house
he like to run that sh+t so much, a fully on his mouth
lil’ opp’ keep sayin’ he want his top, told that boy, “no doubt”
yeah, n+gga, i’m a real demon
try to send lil’ xi to rehab but i be still fiendin’
b+tch, i signed a deal and bought some pills and blew a ten at nieman’s
tried to put my bank account on lock, i start spending spinach
know i’m young as h+ll, b+tch, i gotta come home with that check
she like, “why you got that big ass gun, what you gon’ do with that?”
drawn down on a n+gga neck, make sure his lil’ brother stretch
if he don’t get hit, we bring that stick, you know what happen next (yeah, uh)
[verse 4: babyk osama]
if he do homi’s, not attempts, this sh+t get real lit (yeah, real lit)
slimin’ out your brother ain’t no k!ll, so you ain’t k!ll sh+t, real sh+t (fool, you ain’t k!ll sh+t, yeah+yeah, yeah+yeah)
i was on that block sellin’ dope ’til the bases had a forty on my waist with a fifty in it, wanna wrap (with a fifty in it)
gotta live this, better wear your cleats since you jumpin’ in that field, b+tch (jumpin’ in that field, b+tch)
wrong b+tch, guess what, n+gga? this yo’ b+tch (n+gga, this yo’ b+tch)
walked down, leave him face down where his mail sit (where his mail sit)
6+2s creep up on your partner in all black d+ckie fit (yeah, yeah)
once i do the drill (yeah), need a person, where my racks at? (yeah, my cash at)
wanna help me out, give me a call, like where my splat at? (like, where my splat?)
your ho always tweakin’ about me cheatin’, like we been past that (like we been past that)
i got goals that i’m achieving for a reason, why my mask at? (yeah, where my mask at?)
pull up on the block, jump out with them 223’s (yeah, yeah, bah, bah, bah)
6+2s creep up on you, leave him in the street (leave him in the street)
i had to hit him from the tracks talkin’ ’bout a three (brrt, talkin’ ’bout a three)
you know lil’ bronem comin’ back, they finna let him free (bah+bah, bah+bah+bah)

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