TSA lyrics

[Intro: thr33]
Hide it better with the dark, hide it better with the light
I ain't runnin' from a n*gga, b*tch, you know I'm gon' fight
Baby got good coochie, man, that motherf*cker tight
Lil' b*tch freaky as f*ck, I ain't know she gon' bite
I could see a opp, he tryna run out my sights
And she give me that suck-suck, give me that top
Had to come through the hall, clean up like a mop
Me and Osama, n*gga, we ain't never gon' flop
If you tryna run up, f*ck n*gga, get popped
If you tryna run up, f*ck n*gga, get blast
Freak b*tch suck me up, finna nut on her chest
Shoutout my n*gga [?], yeah, that's my blatt
And my pipe get big, man, that sh*t fat
And I keep goin' back, she got good cat
And he tryna run off, like don't do that
(Blatt, slatt)

[Chorus: OsamaSon]
O-On that speedway, do the whole dash and I'm noddin' off
I-In a speedrace, thinkin' [?] not at all
Get shots to the face, you can't survive sh*t comin' out this 'K
It's a different day, but I still wake up to go get paid

[Verse 1: OsamaSon]
Put that sh*t on, yuh
Come 'round, you get sh*t on, yuh
She like my fit, yuh
Think this ho want di*k, yuh
I think I'm sick, yuh
Got a cough, watch me drink two pints
Don't shoot no Sig, yuh
Big Glock on me, boy, just check my pipe
Up all night, yuh
G-Geeked on that flight, yuh
Can't save no life, no
Superhero, I can fight, yuh
In a two-door, right? Nah
I don't slide on no bike, hah
Might catch that flight
And I'm with TSA for the fight
[Verse 2: thr33]
B-Big booty b*tch in LA, sh*t, I might just take that flight
I told you don't f*ck with that thot, n*gga, you know I was right
F-f*ck that sh*t, got that Drac', finna bust that sh*t
Finna bust that sh*t, I'ma clutch my sh*t
You ain't got no bread, n*gga, how that work?
Fat big booty b*tch finna go 'head and twerk
Me and Osama hit a lick on a white bus
n*gga said "I'ma slide", n*gga, I'm on your street
Talk crazy 'til a fake n*gga finna get beat
Knock his ass right out, n*gga fell like a noodle
n*gga, I'm a real pitbull, these n*ggas poodles
Rob you for yo' sh*t, n*gga finna say "Toodles"
Shoot a opp two times, n*gga fly like kite
I was stealin' from the corner store, was ridin' on a bike
Hide it better with the dark, hide it better with the light
I ain't runnin' from a n*gga, b*tch, you know I'm gon' fight
Baby got good coochie, man, that motherf*cker tight
Lil' b*tch freaky as f*ck, I ain't know she gon' bite
I could see a opp, he tryna run out my sights
And she give me that suck-suck, give me that top
Had to come through the hall, clean up like a mop
Me and Osama, n*gga, we ain't never gon' flop
If you tryna run up, f*ck n*gga, get popped
If you tryna run up, f*ck n*gga, get blast
Freak b*tch suck me up, finna nut on her chest
Shoutout my n*gga [?], yeah, that's my blatt
And my pipe get big, man, that sh*t fat
And I keep goin' back, she got good cat
And he tryna run off, like don't do that
(Blatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)