[Intro: OsamaSon]
(Bee, bee, bee)

[Verse 1: OsamaSon]
P-Pour a duece, black truck, we flip it
Perc-15, I couldn't even get it
I need two cups, you get it?
C-Count up too much, digits
Shit, way I whip, that ho wan' get in
Tell ya' lil' ho, "Get in," yeah
On God, I got my stick in, lil' bitch, I'm not missin', yeah
Watch your back, 'fore lil' slime get it, 'cause he heard you dissin' (Pff)
On me, put the stick on your homie (Pff-pff)
I-I got way too geeked, fucked up my stomach, throw up green (Pff)
Me and MAC 11, go three-peat, fuck up the scene
Who invited these hoes?
Fa-Fast ass whip, Geronimo
My shit lift you off your toes
I-I'm gon' shoot, don't get too close
Fuck that Track' up, then count more
Diamonds bright, fuck up my flow

[Verse 2: Summrs]
Yeah, she wanna fuck on Lil' Rino, you could go fuck on Lil' O, yeah
I'm high as a plane, I'm high as a jet, the money is still on the floor, yeah
You fuck with my gang, put chops on your neck, you know how that shit go, yeah
Fuck all them diamonds, put you on a plane, you thought a young nigga was broke, yeah
I'm flexin' on jit, she impressin' my dick, you knew this lil' ho was on go, yeah
Just get on your knees and eat me up, bitch, I'm knowin' that you is a pro
Diamonds came from Africa, and I'll turn this bitch to a massacre
I ain't up in no Challenger, I'm in a Maybach
Huh, huh, pull out my visa, she seen that it's black, she think she gettin' everythin'
Huh, my diamonds like a wedding ring, woo, that chopper sing like Eddie King
I pull up on shit in the rain, yeah, nigga think that he gang, yeah
But that bitch really a stain, I'm walkin' on shit with my cane
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, take some racks out the bank
Yeah, then I go to Johnny Dang, woo
Bitch finna give me that brain, woo
Say she wanna wear my chain, woo
I'm up in this bitch with my eagle, she wanted that dick, so I gave her a sequel, yeah
It's lil' Rino, baby, nice to meet you, yeah
You know that I hang 'round creatures, yeah
You know that I hang around niggas that go in them houses then jump out the bleachers
Leave some stains on your shirt, yeah, so you know that I gotta come bleach you, yeah
I ain't fuckin' with none of these leeches, yeah, I ain't fuckin' with none of these treeshes
Like get on her knees, start preachin'
Give a fuck about that contract, they ain't tryna pay a nigga to not breach it
I keep shit P, she think I'm a P, 'cause I got Moncler of every season
One of my shooters, he do more hits than the motherfuckin' Beatles
'Fore I clock out the game, I'ma get your bitch-ass soaked out before the fuckin' beeper nigga
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