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Bibby Osama
Bibby Osama
Songwriter
Mario Jay Willams
Mario Jay Willams
Songwriter

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I'm finna talk my lil shit onnis bitch, caught em leaving the Stu and ran em inna ditch , mm-mm
Cable B, hear my loud
Switch hit his face, turn him ugly A lot of these **** got buttons when these **** start thuggin
You can get shot just for muggin' Boy, I'll leave a bitch on the floor if I catch his ass clubbin
Opp Hoe eatin' dick on the first Month out call Ha brother like, boy, that shit lovely
And we in the spot with a whole lot of shots If you spin through this bitch, you won't make it out surgery
Look, we get a low, we start purgin' Poppin' out Everybody demons till we bring them choppers out
**** got hit in his neck, and ain't did shit to a ****
The fuck is he talkin' bout? Everybody Point' out the shit I Do wrong steady puttin' me up in the Mix You better stay off them lives 4AM
Boy, it's night , I be laid in your grass with a switch
Lot of these **** ain't headtapped, shit we got 6 on this side, they know we with the shit
Bro Caught A **** Ass leavin', the stu made him duck from a switch, ran his car in the ditch
What you gon' do? We JumpOut , get the bumpin this bitch, and he fall on this shit, know he hit
Just keep that shit gangsta, get hit with that glitch
I'ma make TDP a Real Strand, I get rich, uh
Get in that car, buy your brother, quit talkin
G17 with a switch, get to sparkin
What happened to BabyD Brains? boy, he lost Em
A wood full of pissy P a ****, coughin
Check me out, know that we good for that stalkin
Work It' with two hands, if He fall, we gon' hawk him outta bounds
Like top In the City, Litty with a switchy, he buck In
This bitch, we gon' off Em, crime scene, and yellow tape
Spin that bitch get to switching, we're a **** lay
Stalkin' outside of where a **** stay
Like three, four **** gon' die by Da Drake
They know I'ma make somethin' bleed Bout Ace, boy
We stay on the news, pussy, boy, you late
You run in' this bitch, we ain't jumpin' out windows
Like, baby D, shootin' **** in the face
Last young **** got hit for that Trollin
Caught Glee on the E, they tried to leave him rollin
Top stupid ass, steady sending' them threats
Tried to get him some lean ', them **** Backdoored Em
Get in that car, bout your brother, quit talkin
G17 with a switch, get to sparkin
What happened to baby D brains, boy, he lost them
A wood full of pissy P a ****, coughin
Uh Check me Out, know that we good for that stalkin
Work It' with two hands, if He fall, we gon' hawk him outta bounds
Like Top In the City , Litty With a switch, he buck Innis Bitch We Gone Off'Em
Written by: Bibby Osama, Mario Jay Willams
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