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Red Bottoms
BigXthaPlug
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Ro$ama
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I built this shit
Me, brick by brick
And I'll be damned if I let you tear it down
Just because you don't like the way another nigga talk
Hey, hey
JL listen, boy
(Gang) tell em' he is here, a kind of big big
Hey, T.S, big, big, big bitch
Hey, hey
I tell 'em my name, I'm a popper, hey
Headshot 'em, turn the Air Force needs to red bottoms
Crazy how the young nigga act like he tough, boy, what?
'Til he get hit with a clothesline
Ousama been acting like he need a sideline, bitch
I've been heating up like a sauna, just stacking this bread, avoiding these lines
Throw a scope on the top, I've been killing this silent
Zaytoven told me to keep stacking the bag and work
Big booty bitch, breaking her back
And just fucked her that day, I ain't even been back
She be texting her friend, I heard she about that action
Still ball on these niggas, I throw on my hoop J's
Flow sick, had to throw on the flu games
Creepy little nigga, still brush like a blue jay
Gold in my mouth, I'm the cause of the decay
Boy, you a bitch and you know you a bitch
You can't come to my side 'cause these choppers going to eat
The back and hold 30, it came with a dick
And a scope just to hit everybody you with
They said if, you been gone, should've been in the assist
Sipping mix with some youngins, despite the shit
My partner got shot, we was hitting a lick
When we spin, we going to kill everybody he with
We slipping the clip, we just gifting a bitch
Got a bag with a strap and its tendency split
Had to cut off my dog, you weren't made for this shit
How you fuck on a bitch and then turn to a snitch?
Me and my niggas plus, we like Lilo & Stitch
And if shit hit the fan, I just know they won't snitch
It's still free to op, so that they can get hit
How the fuck you a gangster, you telling and shit?
I got these chips from the chef at the top
Ousama the motherfucking cream of the crop
Routine and eat, get hit with a stick in the mop
Tell 'em I want the smoke like pop
Ousama and X, really most wanted Americans feeling like Snoop Dogg and Pac
I'm thumbing through racks of the dead body presidents
Bobbing my head on the way to a knot
I'm feeling like O'Shea, my ice is just causing a cube
Dropping tipsy if I come in your place
Don't need me a ski mask, dressing in all black like a Raider, now I'm an N.W.A
Might catch me a body while bumping that Young Buck, nobody is safe
Who dying today? A lot of accusing while jamming that game
Some count on some money, it's B.W.A (hey, hey)
Pull up on your block, bet I empty the clip
Heard you let a bitch break you, that make you a simp
All you hos got plans, baby, I plead the fifth
Once I fuck, I'm going to send that hoe home in a Lyft
Like them with the lugs, we be cracking and cooling
If we set it off, we going to clap and shoot it
I'm going off a Perc, got me dancing and grooving
Sell shit to the fiends, have 'em laughing and drooling
T-Way shoot the block like a Cinemaics movie
Hot Head had to drop, he assisting it to me
That nigga Lil Ron, he a dog, call him Scooby
That nigga Ousama be striped with a Uzi
Be blowing back woods, getting top in the Jacuzzi
I'm up, all these bad bitches, they trying to screw me
My ex-bitches mad, they say money got to me
You right, now I live every day like a movie
Live every day like a movie, Menace II Society
We feeling like O-Dog and Caine
Dunking on niggas, he throw it up, bitch
We feeling like D-Wade and James
More like Kobe and Shaq, Jordan and Pippen
Duncan and Parker, and West and Wilt Chamberlain
Taliban shit, everybody know about Ousama
But wait 'til you hear about Hussain, bitch