OsamaSon - Baghdad lyrics

(Ok is the hardest, I swear to God)

Bag, fucked it up pour more, not enough, nah
It's too hot in here
Hit your block and chop it up
(Me and Rok gon' rock and roll)
And that lil' ho talk too much
(We gon' be ok) goyard bag, I filled it up
I'm on P, I flipped that truck
Bet your crew won't fuck with us
(Buh, buh, buh, buh)
Bet your crew can't fuck with us (Yuh)
What would you do for a little bit of money?
(Bee)
Call slime, wipe your nose for a hundred
(Slime)
Lil' nigga, know that shit ain't none (Slime)
Coupe take off like jet, jet punchin'
Boy, you hear that engine run (Bee)
I just brought some brand-new guns
Better not talk 'bout shit, not none
(Not none) bih my double cup, DJ Pun
Love when they run, that shit be fun
You ain't tryna hit, lil' nigga
Say something
Got some shit, I'm safe and sound
Hit up, twin, "Where the bags at?"
We got sticks, just like Baghdad
See it, want it, then I have that
Foreign bitch, I'ma bag that
I'ma flex on my ex
Stef still pourin' up Hi Tech

I'm still scorin', check the net
Where is you going? Catch 'em lackin'
Going fast, going fast
In that whip, I'm going fast
Tell that bitch I'm pourin' red
Tell that bitch I'm pourin' red
And that Trackhawk full of mags
And that Trackhawk fully mag
This AR, bully, man
Poles in your hoodie, man

Bag, fucked it up pour more, not enough, nah
It's too hot in here
Hit your block and chop it up
And that lil' ho talk too much
(We gon' be ok) goyard bag, I filled it up
I'm on P, I flipped that truck
Bet your crew won't fuck with us
(Buh, buh, buh, buh)
Bet your crew can't fuck with us (Yuh)
What would you do for a little bit of money?
(Bee)
Call slime, wipe your nose for a hundred
(Slime)
Lil' nigga, know that shit ain't none (Slime)
Coupe take off like jet, jet punchin'
Boy, you hear that engine run (Bee)
I just brought some brand-new guns
Better not talk 'bout shit, not none
(Not none) bih my double cup, DJ Pun
Love when they run, that shit be fun
You ain't tryna hit, lil' nigga
Say something
Got some shit, I'm safe and sound
Hit up, twin, "Where the bags at?"
We got sticks, just like Baghdad
See it, want it, then I have that
Foreign bitch, I'ma bag that
I'ma flex, on my ex
Stef still pourin' up Hi Tech