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lil zay osama – fucking em up lyrics

[intro: lil zay osama]
(ayo, tusk, you goin’ crazy)
n+gga (vxsma)
yeah, yeah

[verse 1: lil zay osama]
yeah, bet they gettin’ money if they rock with me
yeah, b+tch, this cough syrup, i don’t rock d+ckie
yeah, i heard that boy a mouse, he a prop mickey
baby, if you ain’t an eight and up, then we cannot kick it
hot boys, hot cars, n+gga, hot b+tches
that b+tch can’t be from the streets if her sh+t not tinted
i can hit the switch and switch whips, this b+tch not rented
even your kids lookin’ up to me, b+tch, i’m the hood minion
take them b+tches out, ridin’ in them strikers, that sh+t not p
how you say you gettin’ cheese, but you can’t buy no srt?
dracos, mini mircos, blackouts, and arps
i ain’t gotta wait ’til the video done, this here’ll clear the whole scene
give a broke n+gga that p+ssy, bae, you weak
i’ma see the b+tch you don’t like, fly her out for ’bout a week
i might rick the b+tch down, i done d+cked the b+tch down
i might hit the b+tch again on the nights you ain’t around
i might slide on my opps when i land back in town
take my ghetto b+tch on michigan and let her shop around
yeah, packs comin’ in, bro ‘nem gettin’ off
rap money good, i ain’t got no problem trickin’ off, yeah
[chorus: lil zay osama & mello buckzz]
whole hood, f+ckin’ ’em up
runnin’ up, yeah, lil’ n+gga, i’m hundred and up
what we doin’ to the opps? sh+t, f+ckin’ ’em up
sh+t, what if that’s her friend? she f+ck bro, i was f+ckin’ her
them n+ggas plottin’, they tryna catch me while i’m comin’ up
how you crash on a chase? them n+ggas dumb as f+ck
i can’t give no passes ’cause they wouldn’t have if it was one of us
point to the brokest in the city, it ain’t none of us (uh)

[verse 2: mello buckzz]
whole hood been gettin’ bucks and we been f+ckin’ n+ggas up (we been f+ckin’ n+ggas up)
we up the score from where we stood on, n+gga, none of this ain’t luck (none of this ain’t luck)
ain’t no back and forth with n+ggas, if it’s beef, he gettin’ chucked (no back and forth)
we could’ve got the easy opp, we lookin’ for n+ggas that duck (the ones that what?)
duck, duck, goose, we tappin’ heads, you better hope it just ain’t you (you better hope)
we hit up all the old opps, but we still put sh+t on the news (put sh+t on the news)
and ain’t no playin’ both sides, better think smarter when you choose (better think smart)
you with them n+ggas, huh? your ass gon’ get drenched with they ass too (gon’ get drenched with they ass too)
uh, backdoors, get you wiped nose, hope you n+ggas know (uh, uh, hope you know)
arps up in srts, watch ’em hit the floor (hit the floor)
still’ll clear the crowd without a switch, we got plenty poles (uh+uh, uh+uh, plenty poles)
bodies drop that ain’t n0body know and we got plenty more, huh (pretty opp)

[chorus: lil zay osama]
whole hood, f+ckin’ ’em up
runnin’ up, yeah, lil’ n+gga, i’m hundred and up
what we doin’ to the opps? sh+t, f+ckin’ ’em up
sh+t, what if that’s her friend? she f+ck bro, i was f+ckin’ her
them n+ggas plottin’, they tryna catch me while i’m comin’ up
how you crash on a chase? them n+ggas dumb as f+ck
i can’t give no passes ’cause they wouldn’t have if it was one of us
point to the brokest in the city, it ain’t none of us
[outro: lil zay osama]
yeah, n+gga
point to the brokest n+gga in the city, n+gga
you know it ain’t us, n+gga
n+ggas know we get money, we been runnin’ this sh+t up, n+gga
ayy, n+ggas know they ain’t f+ckin’ with us, n+gga
what we doin’, gang? glah

- lil zay osama lyrics

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