Osama & Otumma

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I'm on some thriller BG4L, on my gang Gang They don't want problems Come to my slum Know how we mobbin' Know how we come Boys in the D You better run Won't hold my gun From the block like that I live Look they got a beef from the streets to feel that Talkin' bout slime I walk with that iron Finna get real jack Gotta go get that .38, AK, phone, Glock, SK Run 'em out, get back Click-clack, they like Set it off, big MAC, Kit-Kat, break 'em off 007, James Bond when I take 'em off Double the T-H-R double E Burner up under me They will not fuck with me Bitch I'ma run the streets A giant fee-fi-foom 03 Got guns They better not come for me I came from the slums, bitch I'm a dun They better run from me Put that on my son that I'm the one What do they want from me? Me and Gunna made the deal Swing the rifle around me body And that's on gang They gun on my waist So they gettin' slayed I know they scared of him Once I whack 'em, he won't come back Why-y-y-y-y-y? Go get that money, money, money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money, money, money, money We want that money, money, money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money, money, money, money Go get that money, money, money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money, money, money, money We want that money, money, money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money, money, money, money Tell that lil' bitch I said fuck 'em Snap like I'm Thanos and dust 'em One on one, know that I truck 'em Fuck it send Meechie to touch 'em I gave him a throw away .40 with a ladder in it Left him in a shit bag, took his bladder with him October tug, Taliban, break his face with either hand AR spit his goofy ass like a silly fan Art of War, who want war? Snatch 'em by his Audemars Dip, plug, and hacksaw Big sticks what I tote boy I'll heat up your block like some leftovers Spin right back around and get what's left though We used to rob niggas for dinner Look at me now, bitch, always stone cold winnin' Go get that money, money, money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money, money, money, money We want that money, money, money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money, money, money, money Go get that money, money, money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money, money, money, money We want that money, money, money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money, money, money, money