[Intro: thr33]
Hide it better with the dark, hide it better with the light
I ain't runnin' from a n***a, bitch, you know I'm gon' fight
Baby got good coochie, man, that motherfucker tight
Lil' bitch freaky as fuck, 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***a, we ain't never gon' flop
If you tryna run up, fuck n***a, get popped
If you tryna run up, fuck n***a, get blast
Freak bitch suck me up, finna nut on her chest
Shoutout my n***a [?], yeah, that's my blatt
And my pipe get big, man, that shit 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 shit comin' out this 'K
It's a different day, but I still wake up to go get paid

[Verse 1: OsamaSon]
Put that shit on, yuh
Come 'round, you get shit on, yuh
She like my fit, yuh
Think this ho want dick, 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 bitch in LA, shit, I might just take that flight
I told you don't fuck with that thot, n***a, you know I was right
F-Fuck that shit, got that Drac', finna bust that shit
Finna bust that shit, I'ma clutch my shit
You ain't got no bread, n***a, how that work?
Fat big booty bitch finna go 'head and twerk
Me and Osama hit a lick on a white bus
N***a said "I'ma slide", n***a, I'm on your street
Talk crazy 'til a fake n***a finna get beat
Knock his ass right out, n***a fell like a noodle
N***a, I'm a real pitbull, these n***as poodles
Rob you for yo' shit, n***a finna say "Toodles"
Shoot a opp two times, n***a 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***a, bitch, you know I'm gon' fight
Baby got good coochie, man, that motherfucker tight
Lil' bitch freaky as fuck, 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***a, we ain't never gon' flop
If you tryna run up, fuck n***a, get popped
If you tryna run up, fuck n***a, get blast
Freak bitch suck me up, finna nut on her chest
Shoutout my n***a [?], yeah, that's my blatt
And my pipe get big, man, that shit fat
And I keep goin' back, she got good cat
And he tryna run off, like don't do that
(Blatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)