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lil zay osama - fuck my cousin, pt. ii lyrics

[intro: lil zay osama]
ayy, ayy
gang sh+t only, n+gga
(fatman, you did this?)
you know what the f+ck goin’ on, man
1600 gang, n+gga, you know how the f+ck we rockin’, n+gga
ayy, ayy

[chorus: lil zay osama]
get caught hangin’ with the opps and you gon get yo’ ass smoked (glock)
get caught lackin’, the opps’ post, we put you in that same boat
i can get yo’ cousin to backdoor you (backdoor you)
f+ck you think this fame for? (glock)
we the type to pop out on you in a wig and raincoat
i’m with all them k!llers, thuggin’
hit the city, i’m in a hot car
i’m with all my n+ggas, buggin’
auntie call my phone through facebook
tell me, squash it with my cousin (my cousin)
this so deep right now, i catch him, i k!ll his ass in public, n+gga
that’s on my brother
[verse 1: lil zay osama]
i don’t like them n+ggas, they don’t like my n+ggas (ayy, ayy)
and i’m too rich to be fightin’ them n+ggas (yeah, yeah)
he was talkin’ sh+t, caught him on the nine, here go your diaper, n+gga (here go your diaper, n+gga)
you ain’t into a gang, for rеal
you don’t own your own pipe, lil’ n+gga (broke+ass n+gga)
with you broke ass, n+gga (f+ck wrong with you?)
wе ain’t tolerate no fake opps (ain’t no fake opps)
they can’t post up in they hood
they call somebody else, sh+t, they block (grrr)
free lonnell, he six three+hundred
only one i love from 8+block
bam got hit in the head, so we still count that as a face shot (what? what?)
ayy, if n+ggas ain’t die, they on the sh+t bag (sh+t bag)
for j+money, it’s a go, you a fake opp with your brick ass (gdk)
and i f+cked your baby mama while you was in jail, her thick ass (her thick ass)
regular glock on me, in case i run up out that switch kind (grrr, glock)
we get litty in the city (city, what?)
they had to buy them switches from foenem in case they wanted ’em on them glizzys (city, what?)
we don’t say “no cap” for foenem, me and lil’ bro ‘nem say “no kizzy” (city, what?)
all the opps know how we ride, n+gga
we gon’ spin till we get dizzy, n+gga
we ain’t doin’ no diss

[chorus: lil zay osama & lil durk]
get caught hangin’ with the opps and you gon get yo’ ass smoked (glock, glock)
get caught lackin’, the opps’ post, we put you in that same boat
i can get yo’ cousin to backdoor you (backdoor you)
f+ck you think this fame for? (glock)
we the type to pop out on you in a wig and raincoat
i’m with all them k!llers, thuggin’
hit the city, i’m in a hot car
i’m with all my n+ggas, buggin’
auntie call my phone through facebook
tell me, squash it with my cousin (my cousin)
this so deep right now, i catch him (smurk), i k!ll his ass in public, n+gga (ayy, f+ck my cousin, he with that opp sh+t, yo)
that’s on my brother (man, what?)
[verse 2: lil durk]
f+ck my cousin, i told ’em he gotta go and get shot, he slide through (come here)
the night my brother died, if you was there, just know you dyin’ too (gang)
ask the opps from over west, next day, they ass was down two (down, man down)
h+llfire on the back of that glock, sound like a switch, it sound+proof (grrrah)
and i agreed to keep your son name out my mouth and i ain’t lied (let’s get it)
but them n+ggas he call his cousins, ’round that b+tch, they ass dyin’ (they ass dyin’)
all the guns and chains, and cars took out the city, ain’t none mine
i took sh+t on the chin three different times, so stop all that cryin’ (p+ssy+ass n+gga)
we put belt to ass, we spankin’ sh+t (come here)
y’all still actin’ like y’all up (come here, come here)
sleazy vibes, what’s his name? got hit in his sh+t, he called for help (uh)
he ain’t do it but still said, “f+ck ’em,” so he did that to himself (b+tch+ass n+gga)
block too hot, we can’t post up, we get the hangin’ downon wells
in the ‘raq, ask the streets, i’m bigger than yeezy, i’m the g.o.a.t. (bigger than yeezy)
ain’t no gs, we catch ’em, squeeze before the keys get in the door (before the keys get in the door)
smiley with me, he spinnin’ three times even though my boy a four (spin, spin, spin)
opps died, we don’t brag no more, we get to yellin’, “go” (man, what?)

- lil zay osama lyrics

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