[Intro: OsamaSon]
Go-o-o
(N***a)

[Verse 1: OsamaSon]
Yeah, put that stick up to your face, you look at me
And I'm on the opp block, I'm like, "Is you bookin' me?"
Got that red beam, look at me
H-Hit your feet, I count to three
I'm not fuckin' with your beats, 'cause I'm too locked in with twin
In the studio, I'm geeked, bitch, I'm kickin' shit with Zen
Gettin' money like all week
W-Why that other song so weak? (Y-Y-Yeah)
Thirty in a month, bitch, I do that in a week (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Okaymar]
Flexin' thirty bands, I did that lil' shit in a week (Yeah, n***a)
Glock up on my hip, you better not tweak (Better not tweak)
If you want that smoke, you better not tweak (Better not tweak, bitch)
When I'm in the A, I keep a piece (I keep a muhfuckin'—)
Hit a jugg with twin and then I brеak a piece (I break a lil' piеce)
Pockets fat, my shit like MrBeast
Popped a Percocet, no, I can't see (Yeah, y-yeah)
Off the look, that bitch gon' fuck with me, yeah
Keep a gun, can't take shit from me, yeah (N***a)
Try to run up, get shot, you dummy, dead
Off the Perc', now I'm a mummy
I run up, and these bitches love me, yeah
Call Osama
I'm in Air Force One like I'm Obama
Hit a jugg, I'm countin' up them commas
[Outro]
(N***a)