[Intro: BabyK Osama]
(Kadoe made the slap, you feel me?)
Fifty mag, feelin' mad, fuck it, get his ass
Fifty mag, feelin' mad, fuck it, get his ass (Ayy)

[Chorus: BabyK Osama]
Fifty mag, feelin' mad, fuck it, get his ass (Fuck it, get his ass)
Spend a bag, blow a bag, fuck it, get it back (Fuck it, get it back)
Girl, I ain't rich, but I can buy all the shit you wish you had (All the shit you wish you had)
Like all your pics on Insta', now that got your n***a mad (Now that got your n***a mad)

[Verse 1: BabyK Osama]
Let's double back, someone alive, boy, it ain't none of that (Boy, that ain't none of that)
Bitch, you gon' get your cash once you go handle that
Excuse me, where my manners at? (Where my manners at?)
Exclusive, where the scammers at (Where the scammers at)
Cornerbacks, we jammin' that (We jammin' that)
Two quarterbacks and they double stacked
Remy all mines, fuck you mean? You can't get none of that
Pussy ho be wildin', but somehow she always comin' back (Always comin' back)
Catch me when I'm cheatin', but how I'm beatin' it, she in love with that (She in love with it)
Bitch, you always fakin' in the trap like you be flippin' packs (You ain't flippin' shit)
You ain't caught a play since OBJ had caught that one hand catch
N***as on my line like, "Oh my gosh, how he got all them racks?" (All them racks)
Wanna take it, I'll take your shit and make you get it back (Yeah, yeah)
Might just take a rap n***a chain 'cause he don't live his rap
Bitch, I ain't no rookie, ride with this fully (Grrah, grrah)
This pussy n***a talkin' crazy, make him eat these bullets
She steady claimin' that's my baby, bitch, you gotta prove it
We got them choppers like the Navy, we don't tote no Uzi (We don't tote no Uzi)
She so addicted to my fingers, but I love her booty (But I love her booty)
Got hella money in my pockets, but I ain't acting bougie (I ain't acting bougie)
Bitch, I'm steady acting crazy, bitch, I'm goin' stupid
I almost took they tires off, why the fuck they cruisin'?
Bitch, I'm 'bout to lose it, what you doin'?
[Verse 2: GMK]
Ayy, n***a, what you doin'?
Ayy, n***a, just bought me a K, if one of these fuck n***as play, I'm shootin'
Ayy, I know a n***a would kill for one of these Cubans
We come swing they block, they moving
I bet I won't miss shit when I swing this stick just like the movie
I'm out the window beatin' this drum on a fuck n***a block, I'm gettin' groovy
These n***as be beatin' they feet when I jump out beatin' my K, these n***as be coochie
I had to slid through in a Hellcat, had the dirt bike and the hoopty (Skrr)
I gave like twenty racks to the mailman, now the pack touchin' Tuesday
I got the Tahoes and the Caravan, we come back from the strip
I got my G thing in the Phipp
We got like two choppers in the whip
N***a, I swing down like a high five and I'm smackin' shit like a pimp
N***a, it's a whole drum on my right side, I got fifty rounds on my hip (Baow, baow, baow, baow)

[Chorus: BabyK Osama]
Fifty mag, feelin' mad, fuck it, get his ass (Fuck it, get his ass)
Spend a bag, blow a bag, fuck it, get it back (Fuck it, get it back)
Girl, I ain't rich, but I can buy all the shit you wish you had (All the shit you wish you had)
Like all your pics on Insta', now that got your n***a mad (Now that got your n***a mad)
Fifty mag, feelin' mad, fuck it, get his ass (Fuck it, get his ass)
Spend a bag, blow a bag, fuck it, get it back (Fuck it, get it back)
Girl, I ain't rich, but I can buy all the shit you wish you had (All the shit you wish you had)
Like all your pics on Insta', now that got your n***a mad (Now that got your n***a mad)