Lil Zay Osama - Fuck Ah Big Homie lyrics
Lil Zay Osama [Isaiah Dukes] Chicago, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Zay Osama - Fuck Ah Big Homie lyrics]
The niggas that I looked up to was bitches
Snitches ain't knowed that 'til I got older
(JTK, Tuned up)
The niggas that I looked up to was bitches
Snitches i Ain't know 'til I got older
Thirty years old, still getting extorted
Every time a nigga was in a jam, they folded
Ask for something, they ain't let me hold it
Soon as niggas start to get on they ass
They call 'em
Soon as I don’t come, I’m bogus
I Asked His ass for a gun, He Sold It
I was the one puttin' Blicks on the block
You get money off servin'
But keep telling me it's hot
Cause we steady hittin licks on thе block
Fonem died, you ain't hitting no opps
I Ain't nevеr had no ride
You said I couldn't even ride with
No Blick in your car
Plenty of times niggas left me stranded
But ride through the hood with
A bitch in your car
I'm lil' bro if he needed a shooter
If it ain't me, then it's one of my shooters
All my opps got switches grown ass goofy
Don't post up with that Ruger
Different cultures, different vultures
You could be forty, my shawty a smoke ya
Up, put a Glock in his back like a holster
I told him to put that
Bitch under his shoulder
Boy, you a bitch, don't even come around me
Heard the opps was on your ass and you
Ain't even claim our set in the county
You in the streets but bring up
The kids, when shit go down
So you won't be around 'em
Yo' lil' bitch, fonem be pounding
Boy, you a goofy, from my block
You one of the ones fonem be clowning
You don’t pop out on these missions
When you with us, say "fuck them niggas"
Y'all see opps, now y'all ain't with it
But, I been knew them niggas was bitches
And lil folks booked for that body, he say
"Send money" and you ain't send it
Ain't no big guys from my block
Kill his ass if he movin' fishy
'Bout them G-locks, you won't slide
Give them strikers to my shorty's
We'll be right back I’ll drive
Opps gon' pop out for some weeks
When murder happen, they ass be cryin'
You wasn’t shit like us when you was young
I put that on them guys nigga
The niggas that I looked up to was bitches
Snitches i Ain't know 'til I got older
Thirty years old, still getting extorted
Every time a nigga was in a jam, they folded
Ask for something, they ain't let me hold it
Soon as niggas start to get on they ass
They call 'em
Soon as I don’t come, I’m bogus
I Asked His ass for a gun, He Sold It
I was the one puttin' Blicks on the block
You get money off servin'
But keep telling me it's hot
Cause we steady hittin licks on the block
Fonem died, you ain't hitting no opps
I Ain't never had no ride
You said I couldn't even ride with
No Blick in your car
Plenty of times niggas left me stranded
But ride through the hood with
A bitch in your car
Snitches ain't knowed that 'til I got older
(JTK, Tuned up)
The niggas that I looked up to was bitches
Snitches i Ain't know 'til I got older
Thirty years old, still getting extorted
Every time a nigga was in a jam, they folded
Ask for something, they ain't let me hold it
Soon as niggas start to get on they ass
They call 'em
Soon as I don’t come, I’m bogus
I Asked His ass for a gun, He Sold It
I was the one puttin' Blicks on the block
You get money off servin'
But keep telling me it's hot
Cause we steady hittin licks on thе block
Fonem died, you ain't hitting no opps
I Ain't nevеr had no ride
You said I couldn't even ride with
No Blick in your car
Plenty of times niggas left me stranded
But ride through the hood with
A bitch in your car
I'm lil' bro if he needed a shooter
If it ain't me, then it's one of my shooters
All my opps got switches grown ass goofy
Don't post up with that Ruger
Different cultures, different vultures
You could be forty, my shawty a smoke ya
Up, put a Glock in his back like a holster
I told him to put that
Bitch under his shoulder
Boy, you a bitch, don't even come around me
Heard the opps was on your ass and you
Ain't even claim our set in the county
You in the streets but bring up
The kids, when shit go down
So you won't be around 'em
Yo' lil' bitch, fonem be pounding
Boy, you a goofy, from my block
You one of the ones fonem be clowning
You don’t pop out on these missions
When you with us, say "fuck them niggas"
Y'all see opps, now y'all ain't with it
But, I been knew them niggas was bitches
And lil folks booked for that body, he say
"Send money" and you ain't send it
Ain't no big guys from my block
Kill his ass if he movin' fishy
'Bout them G-locks, you won't slide
Give them strikers to my shorty's
We'll be right back I’ll drive
Opps gon' pop out for some weeks
When murder happen, they ass be cryin'
You wasn’t shit like us when you was young
I put that on them guys nigga
The niggas that I looked up to was bitches
Snitches i Ain't know 'til I got older
Thirty years old, still getting extorted
Every time a nigga was in a jam, they folded
Ask for something, they ain't let me hold it
Soon as niggas start to get on they ass
They call 'em
Soon as I don’t come, I’m bogus
I Asked His ass for a gun, He Sold It
I was the one puttin' Blicks on the block
You get money off servin'
But keep telling me it's hot
Cause we steady hittin licks on the block
Fonem died, you ain't hitting no opps
I Ain't never had no ride
You said I couldn't even ride with
No Blick in your car
Plenty of times niggas left me stranded
But ride through the hood with
A bitch in your car