Lil Zay Osama - BMW lyrics
Lil Zay Osama [Isaiah Dukes] Chicago, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Zay Osama - BMW lyrics]
Niggas know we having shit
We been having shit
You know we really cut from that cloth
You feel me?
We really goin' at high speeds, you feel me?
Von crash to the top, I had
To hop out that bitch, hop in the BMW to us
Later on that day, goddamn it
We crashed that BMW six
I bought that bitch popping
You don't even know how to fuck with for real
They got Wooskii on the mix
Uh, uh we just crashed the BMW's
Hotels off the number, valets out the W, uh
(Uh)
Thick bitch with me off the shit's (Uh, uh)
That bitch famous to some of y'all but
To me that lil' bitch ain't shit uh, uh
I fucked your bitch, I bet I'll clap again
Spin that bitch, five shots ain't dead
I bet I'll clap again (Brra, brra, brra)
2013, we was in school
I used to write with pens
Now I'm in the stu, I say whatever bitch
'cause that shit off the head
Some of the shit we ain't do opps
But they still shot in the head
Some shit the opps ain't did to us
But they still say they did
(Know they didn't, uh)
If it's that we spark
Highspeed and we empty the car shit
It ain't about no fast car
To get away when I'm off it (Skrr)
It's all about who behind the wheel
(Uh for real)
Opps call me like they tryna kill (For real)
Steady tellin' me flip my camera, so they
Could know I ain't close to them, uh
(Bitch, uh) bitch be fuckin' for nothin'
(Fuckin' for nothin')
Don't move bitch I'm bussin'
(Bitch I'm bussin')
2020 the Range, Amiri jeans
My chain all custom (My chain all custom)
I'm fuckin' these bitches not cuffin'
(Uh, uh) one of them niggas from the city
That really came from nothin'
(We came from nothin')
One of them niggas that's from the city
Ain't really got no budget (Got no budget)
A real rapper that ain't scared to
Say I used to struggle
Uh, uh we just crashed the BMW's
Hotels off the number, valets out the W, uh
(Uh)
Thick bitch with me off the shit's (Uh, uh)
That bitch famous to some of y'all but
To me that lil' bitch ain't shit uh, uh
I fucked your bitch, I bet I'll clap again
Spin that bitch, five shots ain't dead
I bet I'll clap again (Brra, brra, brra)
2013, we was in school
I used to write with pens
Now I'm in the stu, I say whatever bitch
'cause that shit off the head
(That shit off the top)
We been having shit
You know we really cut from that cloth
You feel me?
We really goin' at high speeds, you feel me?
Von crash to the top, I had
To hop out that bitch, hop in the BMW to us
Later on that day, goddamn it
We crashed that BMW six
I bought that bitch popping
You don't even know how to fuck with for real
They got Wooskii on the mix
Uh, uh we just crashed the BMW's
Hotels off the number, valets out the W, uh
(Uh)
Thick bitch with me off the shit's (Uh, uh)
That bitch famous to some of y'all but
To me that lil' bitch ain't shit uh, uh
I fucked your bitch, I bet I'll clap again
Spin that bitch, five shots ain't dead
I bet I'll clap again (Brra, brra, brra)
2013, we was in school
I used to write with pens
Now I'm in the stu, I say whatever bitch
'cause that shit off the head
Some of the shit we ain't do opps
But they still shot in the head
Some shit the opps ain't did to us
But they still say they did
(Know they didn't, uh)
If it's that we spark
Highspeed and we empty the car shit
It ain't about no fast car
To get away when I'm off it (Skrr)
It's all about who behind the wheel
(Uh for real)
Opps call me like they tryna kill (For real)
Steady tellin' me flip my camera, so they
Could know I ain't close to them, uh
(Bitch, uh) bitch be fuckin' for nothin'
(Fuckin' for nothin')
Don't move bitch I'm bussin'
(Bitch I'm bussin')
2020 the Range, Amiri jeans
My chain all custom (My chain all custom)
I'm fuckin' these bitches not cuffin'
(Uh, uh) one of them niggas from the city
That really came from nothin'
(We came from nothin')
One of them niggas that's from the city
Ain't really got no budget (Got no budget)
A real rapper that ain't scared to
Say I used to struggle
Uh, uh we just crashed the BMW's
Hotels off the number, valets out the W, uh
(Uh)
Thick bitch with me off the shit's (Uh, uh)
That bitch famous to some of y'all but
To me that lil' bitch ain't shit uh, uh
I fucked your bitch, I bet I'll clap again
Spin that bitch, five shots ain't dead
I bet I'll clap again (Brra, brra, brra)
2013, we was in school
I used to write with pens
Now I'm in the stu, I say whatever bitch
'cause that shit off the head
(That shit off the top)