[Verse 1] Osama twin llamas from the DC camp You like to run your mouth you the people's champ? That shit gon' get your t-shirt damp A tag on your toe pussy nigga that's the DC stamp I carry tools with my jewels you niggas thinking jackpot But walk up on me you gon' hear that mac pop Glizzy with the ladder in the stash box Black Talon that'll knocked down a Sasquatch All I know is get it on the back block They see you balling put the calling now the feds watch Been collecting paper like a mailbox Nigga I ain't got to touch it I just call shots Omelly the name fuck nigga get it clear Been snapping them racks and breaking squares Slicing down bricks don't let it smear Vaseline electric tape how I got it here
[Hook] I'm still riding dirty with the mop sticks Glock thirty you don't want to hear this hot shit Fuck nigga you don't want to feel this hot shit Pussy nigga you don't want to feel this hot shit I'm still riding dirty with the mop sticks Glock thirty you don't want to feel this hot shit Fuck nigga, fuck nigga, fuck fuck fuck niggas
[Verse 2] It's funny niggas thought they had the drop on me Had to change their plans you know I keep the wop on me Dick head nothing else but thirty shots on me [?] they called the cops on me Got the D's and the swat on me Kicking in my grandmother door they trying to get the drop on me State trooper try to pull me I'mma give him gas And fuck the taskforce I'm still getting cash That's your man you better ride with him Come around with that fuck shit let that fire hit him Cashmere sweater on with my weapon on High top Louboutins who you moving on Busted down Rollie strapped down shawty Keep my name out your fucking mouth if you don't know me I know you a rat, you niggas can't spin me Seen the fucking paper work and I know it's code D
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[Verse 3] Don't play with the fam cause I'll down you Them niggas ain't rocking or rolling get them from round you Don't get flamed from his big boy shit the four pounder In the kitchen still flopping the fish we call it flounder I'm still DC stepping DC repping Fake niggas want me booked up [?] They left me in this rap game damn this shit a blessing Don't matter if the city is safe you know I keep my weapon All my niggas get paper do it look like we stressing Trim the grass for the snakes you know I learned my lesson I'm still posted back block where you can find me at My old head threw me a brick told em drown with that My [?] said it's fucked up threw me nine of that Stay strapped black mac shit Osama back Stay strapped black mac shit Osama back All my niggas cold silent we don't fuck with rats
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