Fuck My Cousin
Lil Zay Osama
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Ayy, ayy Gang shit only, nigga (Fatman, you did this?) You know what the f*ck goin' on, man 1600 gang, nigga, you know how the f*ck we rockin', nigga Ayy, ayy Get caught hangin' with the opps and you gon get yo' ass smoked (Glock) Get caught lackin', the opps' post, we put you in that same boat I can get your cousin to backdoor you (backdoor you) F*ck you think this fame for? (Glock) We the type to pop out on you in a wig and raincoat I'm with all them killers, thuggin' Hit the city, I'm in a hot car I'm with all my niggas, buggin' Auntie call my phone through Facebook Tell me, squash it with my cousin This so deep right now, I catch him I kill his ass in public, nigga That's on my brother I don't like them niggas, they don't like my niggas (ayy, ayy) And I'm too rich to be fightin' them niggas (yeah, yeah) He was talkin' shit, caught him on the nine Here go your diaper, nigga (here go your diaper, nigga) You ain't into a gang, for real You don't own your own pipe, lil' nigga (broke-ass nigga) With you broke ass, nigga (f*ck wrong with you?) We ain't tolerate no fake opps (ain't no fake opps) They can't post up in they hood They call somebody else, shit, they block (grrr) Free Lonnell, he six three-hundred Only one I love from 8-Block Bam got hit in the head So we still count that as a face shot (what? What?) Ayy, if niggas ain't die, they on the shit bag (shit bag) For J-Money, it's a go, you a fake opp with your brick ass (GDK) And I fucked your baby mama while you was in jail, her thick ass (her thick ass) Regular Glock on me, in case I run up out that switch kind (grr, Glock) We get litty in the city (city, what?) They had to buy them switches from foenem in case they wanted 'em on them glizzys (city, what?) We don't say "No cap" for foenem, me and lil' bro 'nem say "No kizzy" (city, what?) All the opps know how we ride, nigga, we gon' spin till we get dizzy, nigga We ain't doin' no diss Get caught hangin' with the opps and you gon get yo' ass smoked (Glock) Get caught lackin', the opps' post, we put you in that same boat I can get your cousin to backdoor you (backdoor you) F*ck you think this fame for? (Glock) We the type to pop out on you in a wig and raincoat I'm with all them killers, thuggin' Hit the city, I'm in a hot car I'm with all my niggas, buggin' Auntie call my phone through Facebook Tell me, squash it with my cousin This so deep right now, I catch him I kill his ass in public, nigga That's on my brother (hold up)
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Written by: Isaiah Dukes, Marcus Spruiell, Samy Tiger Kartas, Travis Marsh
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