Oso wit a Stikk lyrics

[Intro]
—29th, some n*gga gon' die
I’m talkin' 'bout walk-down, we don’t do drive-bys
Oh, you hang with b*tch n*ggas? Not my kind
I'm Oso with the stick, that .30 make 'em blind
Huh, hrrrt, gang (Gang)
BabyLife, n*gga (BabyLife, n*gga)
Hrrrt (Hrrrt)
Yeah, f*ck a loose screw, I ain't have none to begin with
Yeah

[Verse 1]
f*ck a loose screw, I ain't have none to begin with
He said that the 15 a gen', we gon' blitz him
Call up them vampires just to get rid of him
Saw his ass, get over here, we gon' finish him
Talkin’ hot, beat his ass up, I go replenish him
BabyLife Spaz, know I’m wanted by many men
You want some smoke, n*gga, we can gеt it in
Shoot at yo' partner if you ain’t got no dead friends
Can't count on my partnеr, that's Benjamin
I just go buy some new gun to get rid of him
We catch his ass trippin' and get all the dividends
Pop a top, hop in the back of the SUV mini-van
You know that lil’ Glokk don't even give a damn
We spin his block just like the ceiling fan
She suck on a young n*gga di*k and she Mexican
Young n*gga shoot the fade just like the Pelicans
Man, I got some sh*t that'll take down an elephant
Finna go to war, you gotta get ready, b*tch
Hop out with sticks, pus*y, don't neglect sh*t
And you the type of n*gga to buy her a necklace
Man, I'm the type to get the neck and forget sh*t
I'm tellin' ya, August 29th, some n*gga gon' die
I'm talkin' 'bout walk-down, we don't do drive-bys
Oh, you hang with b*tch n*ggas? Not my kind
I'm Oso with the stick, that 30 make 'em blind
Empty out yo' pocket, takin' back what's mine
Ain't no pocket rocket, this gon' f*ck his mind
If I really want yo' head, I'm takin' my time
We creep through the bushes, lookin' through the blinds
You wan' beef 'bout the b*tch that ain't even yours or mine
Lil' boy itchin' finger, they gon' pull that fye
[Verse 2]
Hm, Glock in my hand, will you take this dance?
b*tch, I'm a real thug, I don't know romance
We sendin' them slugs, catch one in his ass
We pull up to the n*gga spot like I'm DoorDash
Kick the b*tch out the trap, she ain't shake no ass
This baby ass clip, pus*y, this a .30 mag'
Huh, we ain't waitin' for yo' ass, n*gga, we gon' blow past, huh
I'm chasing my dream, n*gga, f*ck that class
They come to this hood, they yellin' out, "Get Spaz"
They know I'm the young n*gga up the fire, handle that
BabyLife caught him lackin', he won't get back
He said he gon' take us off, that sh*t sound mismatched, huh
Don't run up on none of us, man, please don't do that
Unidentified n*gga screamin' out like, "Who that?"
I don't f*ck with rap n*ggas 'cause they weird as f*ck, huh
This 7.62 'bout as big as a hockey puck
Gelato 41, this blunt got me f*cked up
Shoot at your car, you n*ggas turn to dust
You ain't pop your gun, n*gga, then what's up?
Man, I wish you would, n*gga, you'll be dust
Give a f*ck where I'm at, I'm dumping out them guts
Had one of these n*ggas come and shot 'em up
Hit all my shot, n*gga, that ain't luck
These weapons and drugs don't come with no love
Protecting my partners, I wanna see dubs