No help ‎OsamaSon

[intro]
Uh, uh, uh-uh
Uh, uh, uh
Uhhh, Osama Bin Laden's favorite son
Yeah, uhhh, better not send them lil' niggas, no

[Verse]
Better not send them lil' boy's, no
We-we got big ass choppers, and we do not play with toy's, no
Go and do your chores, lil' ho'
Throw the racks on the floor, lil' ho'
I fuck bitch's and i'm screaming “let's go”
Big ass Drake, gon' get you gone
Lil' ass nigga, know i'm in my zone
This p-pussy ass nigga wanna be my clone
Dior, dior my cologne, bad ass bitch can't leave me lone'
D-dropped 5 racks, we gon' get him gone
Hit a lick before that then gon' get put on
Rob that nigga, then go make a song
I don’t give a fuck, i'ma gеt put on
I-ion really need your help
Drink lean, it's for my hеalth
Take shit, it's for my wealth
And smoking on top shelf
Go, shoot shit, check my elbow
My-my pints red like Elmo
Want your feature? hell no
And you might think i'm Sheriff, hoe
You get hit with the left, got a beam so i'm shooting like Steph
Lil' nigga just couldn't get right, so he got his stupid ass left
Bet the Draco make him step, bet the flashlight make him sweat
I'ma need that lil' ass check, get him gone like nigga who next?
Hop out in the CLS
I'm smoking on SOS
Got 2 poles on me now, won't count up this bitch check
We gon’ aim shit at your neck, lil' boy so you better not flex
Fuck that boy, aim it at your head
So you can throw away that lil' vest