BbyOsaMa Lyrics

Whatever I said was a lie, bitch you better not lie to me

Ten on gram, seen her in person, yeah she a nine to me

I need that lamb, tryna be like wham, I'm finna sign with ease

You don't got a gun, get you a plan, you don't slide with G's

Rollin' up, blunts out of at an eighthies, yeah, I got pounds of these

Goyard bag, check my swag, nigga, I'm back in office

Look at the tag before the raf, I was fuckin' awesome

Hop in the jag, pray I don't crash, I'm off drug whole lotta

Flippin' the pack, we ran out of gas, back when I ain't have no dollars

Zaza and Runtz go ahead and roll in the grab

Where the hoes at NY, I'm lookin' for baby Osama

Ima pull up, like what's good, I need a new baby mama

I'm tapped in with the mob, introduce you to child of drama

Pluto, Pluto, let's go fuck up some commas

New rolls, new rolls, look like a fuckin' piranha

Goin' to jail for writin' up scripts, you could've been a doctor

A lawyer, or something, a teacher

Ayy, with a whole lotta racks, bitch