Osama lyrics

[Intro: Blue Pesos]
sh*t

[Verse 1: Blue Pesos]
This a .9, ten shots'll do the job
He clocked out and never made it back from lunch
P an allstar, all these n*ggas ride the bench
Chip Skylark him, look wrong, please flinch, uh
It's that time, finna pop out with a new kit
Blue tips comin' out the fin for any loose lips
Always nervous, sh*t, even when I'm krozen
Hearin' voices in the booth, evil thoughts, I'm finna lose it (sh*t, for real)
Mei Ling, I want a threesome, call Susie
Bet on my line, pull up to the sleepover, we got uchies
That lil' shakin' ass sh*t don't amuse me
I'm important, young n*ggas come and drill for mе, kill for me

[Chorus: Blue Pesos]
They gon' spin the block again, thеy don't need to do no pill poppin'
I'll pull up in his trenches, b*tch, I'm trippin' with the real goblins
Lil' kids poppin' out the cut holdin' ten chops
[?] suicide bombers through his crib, Osama Bin Laden, sh*t
They gon' spin the block again, they don't need to do no pill poppin'
For real
Lil' kids poppin' out the cut holdin' ten choppers (Alright)
[Verse 2]
A lean junkie, I've been poured off juice
A Wockstar, I just poured my deuce
Stick pokin', loose leafs for the opps, we hoop
I'm XD, if you not, you blew
A loose screw, but I been did that
Brought two Glocks so we been spinned back
This real life on the East, no cap
This real life on the East, no cap

[Verse 3]
This chopper hit him from a distance, .223s
I ain't even wanna f*ck the b*tch, told her get her on her knees
If you want a verse from the kid, gotta pay me a fee
I'm tapped in from LA all the way to the D
n*ggas just some bullsh*t and copped two to the chin
n*ggas real Glock models, that's not how they live
I'm for my chip, I be thirsty tryna hit the field
Freaky b*tch, all she good for is takin' di*k

[Chorus: Blue Pesos]
They gon' spin the block again, they don't need to do no pill poppin'
I'll pull up in his trenches, b*tch, I'm trippin' with the real goblins
Lil' kids poppin' out the cut holdin' ten chops
[?] suicide bombers through his crib, Osama Bin Laden, sh*t
They gon' spin the block again, they don't need to do no pill poppin'
For real
Lil' kids poppin' out the cut holdin' ten choppers
[Verse 4: Duffy]
sh*t, I'm in the cut with ten chops
Dough knockin', pill poppin', juice spillin', we got mops
Is you really gettin' money? We know n*ggas cap a lot
Lil' kids outside with four-fives on the block
We told you n*ggas watch, Off the Mussle for the win
A cold devil on my shoulder, God forgive me for my sins
I'm in the field boppin', told the b*tch, "I need my ends"
n*gga, who want problems? We got Glocks and F&Ns
He ain't blendin' in, n*ggas give me hater vibes
If it's one thing for sure, I be on go and I'll slide
Spend the night with Mei Ling, yeah, we do this all the time
Blow a n*gga down like Bin Laden if he tryin', uh

[Chorus: Blue Pesos]
They gon' spin the block again, they don't need to do no pill poppin'
I'll pull up in his trenches, b*tch, I'm trippin' with the real goblins
Lil' kids poppin' out the cut holdin' ten chops
[?] suicide bombers through his crib, Osama Bin Laden, sh*t
They gon' spin the block again, they don't need to do no pill poppin'
For real
Lil' kids poppin' out the cut holdin' ten choppers