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Lil Zay Osama & Lil Durk - F*** My Cousin Pt. II (Official Music Video)
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Ayy, ayy
Gang shit only, nigga
You know what the fuck goin' on, man (Fatman, you did this?)
1600 gang, nigga, you know how the fuck we rockin', nigga
Ayy, ayy
Get caught hangin' with the opps and you gon get yo' ass smoked (glock)
Get caught lackin', the opps' post, we put you in that same boat
I can get yo' cousin to backdoor you (backdoor you)
Fuck you think this fame for? (glock)
We the type to pop out on you in a wig and raincoat
I'm with all them killers, thuggin'
Hit the city, I'm in a hot car
I'm with all my niggas, buggin'
Auntie call my phone through Facebook
Tell me, squash it with my cousin (my cousin)
This so deep right now, I catch him, I kill his ass in public, nigga
That's on my brother
I don't like them niggas, they don't like my niggas (ayy, ayy)
And I'm too rich to be fightin' them niggas (yeah, yeah)
He was talkin' shit, caught him on the nine, here go your diaper, nigga (here go your diaper, nigga)
You ain't into a gang, for real
You don't own your own pipe, lil' nigga (broke-ass nigga)
With you broke ass, nigga (fuck wrong with you?)
We ain't tolerate no fake opps (ain't no fake opps)
They can't post up in they hood
They call somebody else, shit, they block (grrr)
Free Lonnell, he six three-hundred
Only one I love from 8-Block
Bam got hit in the head
So we still count that as a face shot (what? what?)
Ayy, if niggas ain't die, they on the shit bag (shit bag)
For J-money, it's a go, you a fake opp with your brick ass (GDK)
And I fucked your baby mama while you was in jail, her thick ass (her thick ass)
Regular Glock on me, in case I run up out that switch kind (grrr, glock)
We get litty in the city (city, what?)
They had to buy them switches from foenem in
Case they wanted 'em on them glizzys (city, what?)
We don't say "No cap" for foenem
Me and lil' bro 'nem say "No kizzy" (city, what?)
All the opps know how we ride, nigga
We gon' spin till we get dizzy, nigga
We ain't doin' no diss
Get caught hangin' with the opps and you gon get yo' ass smoked (glock, glock)
Get caught lackin', the opps' post, we put you in that same boat
I can get yo' cousin to backdoor you (backdoor you)
Fuck you think this fame for? (glock)
We the type to pop out on you in a wig and raincoat
I'm with all them killers, thuggin'
Hit the city, I'm in a hot car
I'm with all my niggas, buggin'
Auntie call my phone through Facebook
Tell me, squash it with my cousin (my cousin)
This so deep right now, I catch him (smurk), I kill his ass in public, nigga (ayy, fuck my cousin, he with that opp shit, yo)
That's on my brother (man, what?)
Fuck my cousin, I told 'em he gotta go and get shot, he slide through (come here)
The night my brother died, If you was there, just know you dyin' too (gang)
Ask the opps from over West, next day, they ass was down 2 (down, man down)
Hellfire on the back of that Glock, sound like a switch, it sound-proof (brrah)
And I agreed to keep your son name out my mouth and I ain't lied (let's get it)
But them niggas he call his cousins, 'round that bitch, they ass dyin' (they ass dyin')
All the guns and chains, and cars took out the city, ain't none mine
I took shit on the chin three different times, so stop all that cryin' (pussy-ass nigga)
We put belt the ass, we spankin' shit (come here), y'all still actin' like y'all up (come here, come here)
Sleazy vibes, what's his name?
Got hit in his shit, he called for help (uh)
He ain't do it but still said, "Fuck 'em", so he did that to himself (bitch-ass nigga)
Block too hot, we can't post up, we get the hangin' down, oh well
In the 'Raq, ask the streets, I'm bigger than Yeezy, I'm the G.O.A.T. (bigger than Yeezy)
Ain't no Gs, we catch 'em, squeeze before the keys get in the door (before the keys get in the door)
Smiley with me, he spinnin' three times even though my boy a folk (spin, spin, spin)
Opps died, we don't brag no more, we get to yellin', "Go" (man, what?)
Get caught hangin' with the opps and you gon get yo' ass smoked (glock)
Get caught lackin', the opps' post, we put you in that same boat
I can get yo' cousin to backdoor you (backdoor you)
Fuck you think this fame for? (glock)
We the type to pop out on you in a wig and raincoat
I'm with all them killers, thuggin'
Hit the city, I'm in a hot car
I'm with all my niggas, buggin'
Auntie call my phone through Facebook
Tell me, squash it with my cousin (my cousin)
This so deep right now, I catch him, I kill his ass in public, nigga
That's on my brother
Hold up