I’m Oso Shiesty lyrics

[Intro]
Walk out the court like, f*ck subpoena, make that money drown (Money gang)
Huh, walk out the court like, f*ck subpoena, make that money drown (Money gang)
Huh, I'm never damn sober, every damn day I tote that Glock and I smoke loud
Beefin' with the mobb, catch a body 'bout the band
See a fake partner, I'm gon' break his hand
These bullets so big, I don't think you gon' live again
Capo put him on a plate, eat his face just like cinnamon
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[Chorus]
So many guns up in this trap, man, I might take them all (Brr)
n*gga talkin' crazy on that 'gram, I might have to walk him down
Catch his ass slippin' in public, n*gga, f*ck is you talkin' bout now? (f*ck is you talm' 'bout?)
You ain't gon' see nothin', you ain't gon' hear nothin', we ain't gon' make no sound
Walk out the court like, f*ck subpoena, makе that money drown (Money gang)
Huh, I'm nevеr damn sober, every damn day I tote that Glock and I smoke loud
Beefin' with the mobb, catch a body 'bout the band
See a fake partner, I'm gon' break his hand
These bullets so big, I don't think you gon' live again
Capo put him on a plate, eat his face just like cinnamon

[Verse]
Me and Chap' pop out with big ass Drac's and belittle him
Said that it's smoke with the mobb, it's whatever, then
n*ggas be dyin', they momma start cryin', that's what come with it (Huh)
Damn, you want your lick back? Speak up, stop that mumblin'
When he pus*y, I caught my opp lackin' in c*mberland
Playin' with the band, take a f*ck n*gga, on that ride
n*gga, he cappin', sayin' that he be with Spaz, man, that f*ck n*gga lyin'
Ten toes down, never thought about droppin' no dime, hm
Catch my opp lackin', n*gga, I'ma do whatever to that pus*y, n*gga, I'ma take my time
Man, they pus*y, I catch my opp lackin' in the nine
When Kilo come back, we gon' take every plug off
Ever since a young age, I been livin' on the damn edge, might just jump off
That boy wasn't lookin', ran off with his sh*t, a n*gga took his sh*t like Randy Moss
I ain't go to trap, hit him with a double cross
You can't hang with the damn band, n*gga, you soft
You know I be ready for war, ready to pop my Glock
I be ready to go, ready to write white chalk
Ever since I was 13, I had G-Lock
n*gga don't touch me, I let one pop
I been with the f*ck sh*t, I can't get jumped
n*gga tryin' lil' Glokk then I got top bunk
I'ma f*ck my b*tch 'til the sun come up
[Chorus]
So many guns up in this trap, man, I might take them all (So many guns)
n*gga talkin' crazy on that 'gram, I might have to walk him down (They talkin' crazy)
Catch his ass slippin' in public, n*gga, f*ck is you talkin' bout now? (f*ck is you talm' 'bout?)
You ain't gon' see nothin', you ain't gon' hear nothin', we ain't gon' make no sound
Walk out the court like, f*ck subpoena, make that money drown (Money gang)
Huh, I'm never damn sober, every damn day I tote that Glock and I smoke loud
Beefin' with the mobb, I catch his body 'bout the band
See a fake partner, I'm gon' break his hand
These bullets so big, I don't think you gon' live again
Capo put him on a plate, eat his face just like cinnamon

[Outro]
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