BabyTron - Osama lyrics

Ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah, I'm 'bout to turn this bitch up
Man, I swear to God (Undefined)
Ayy, ayy,  ayy  (ShittyBoyz)

Big make it hit, they say roger that
Walk in Ocean Prime big high like
"Where the lobster at?"
I'm a flashy guy, step on these? I'ma
Pop his ass
Whole QP of Turtle Pie, boy, this not a half
762 give a dreadhead a Steve Harvey
Feel like Tim Duncan
Posting up while the heat guard me
Head fucked up out the pape'
I can't sleep hardly
Do a trick in the Hellcat
Now the sleeve gnarly
Yeah, I'ma spend this shit, real shit
I could die tomorrow
Boy, it's crunch time right now
Fuck slime tomorrow
Stan finna go OT, I got some slides to borrow
You tryna sell a lil' three-five?
I'll make it five tomorrow
Snatch my chain? Man, you
Ain't gon' snatch this, bitch
Doing 120 off the Wock'
I might crash this bitch
Flashy shit, 'Miri sag
I might flash the stick at the phone store
Probably in the back stacking bricks
If you put yo mind to it
Then the world is yours
Bitch, I ain't got a single manner
I don't hold no doors
Treat that bitch like she Dora
Tell her go explore
Put it in the air, brother
Man, if it's smoke, it's war
Two sticks
I'll let 'em spark like a eagle scout
I'm the real road runner
Just say that you need a route
Bitch called me "Jimmy"
Fuck around and brought the sleezy out
Bro subzero with that Ford
He got the freezer out
Boy, bring yo ass over here
We got the heaters out
Scam dancing with the scam fam
We brought the Visas out
I got a fetish with Dior
You took the Fila route
European kicks with the spikes
I took the FIFA route
Dawg talking out his ass
Someone better tell him
Ran it up off that one shit, boy
They finna mail 'em
I got BINs, I got hunnid if I sell 'em
Bro Big Show in that kitchen
Watch how quick he press 'em
Skinny jeans, small tee
I don't rock no mediums
Lil' new spaceship
You know this bitch take premium
Speaking of the opps
If I see 'em then I'm leaving 'em
Tron made a way, back then
They ain't believe in him, ayy
Headhunter trick, I'm like, "Come
On, you my fave, boo"
Looking in the mirror, "You the GOAT, boy
Who made you?"
Finna get that bitch that lil'
Wig, come and get a, ayy
Bitch, I know you really freaky
Come and get a taste, boo
Dee, you tripping, she threw that ass back
Then he started humping
UFO, skrrt, skrrt, yeah, boy
Them Martians coming
I ain't lying, bitch, you see these cards
They hitting for a hunnid
Slam dunking 201s, bitch, I'm starting
556 hit his house, I had his mama running
Dracs, AKs
They thought they seen Osama boming
Dre dropped the presents, hell nah
He ain't Obama cousin
Swear to God I hate beef
Too bad that my choppa love it

Ayy, ayy, ayy too bad that my choppa love it
Hell nah, he ain't Obama cousin
They thought that Osama boming, ayy
ShittyBoyz