TSA ‎OsamaSon (Ft. ​thr33)

[Intro: thr33]
Hide it better with the dark, hide it better with the light
I ain't runnin' from a nigga, 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, nigga, we ain't never gon' flop
If you tryna run up, fuck nigga, get popped
If you tryna run up, fuck nigga, get blast
Freak bitch suck me up, finna nut on her chest
Shoutout my nigga [?], 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