I'm Oso Shiesty Songtext
von Glokk40Spaz

Walk out the court like, fuck subpoena
Make that money drown (Money gang)
Huh, walk out the court like, fuck subpoena
Make that money drown (Money gang)
Huh, I′m never damn sober, every damn day
I tote that Glock and I smoke loud
Beefin' with the mob, catch a body ′bout the band
See a fake partner, I'm gon' break his hand
These bullets so big, I don′t think you gon′ live again
Capo put him on a plate, eat his face just like cinnamon
(I love DJ GREN8DE)
Whoa, yeah
So many guns up in this trap, man, I might take them all (Brr)
Nigga talkin' crazy on that ′gram, I might have to walk him down
Catch his ass slippin' in public
Nigga, fuck is you talkin′ bout now? (Fuck is you talm' ′bout?)
You ain't gon' see nothin′, you ain′t gon' hear nothin′
We ain't gon′ make no sound
Walk out the court like, fuck subpoena
Make that money drown (Money gang)


Huh, I'm never damn sober, every damn day
I tote that Glock and I smoke loud
Beefin′ with the mob, catch a body 'bout the band
See a fake partner, I'm gon′ break his hand
These bullets so big, I don′t think you gon' live again
Capo put him on a plate, eat his face just like cinnamon
Me and Chap′ pop out with big ass Drac's and belittle him
Said that it′s smoke with the mob, it's whatever, then
Niggas be dyin′, they momma start cryin'
That's what come with it (Huh)
Damn, you want your lick back? Speak up, stop that mumblin′
When he pussy, I caught my opp lackin′ in Cumberland
Playin' with the band, take a fuck nigga, on that ride
Nigga, he cappin′, sayin' that he be with Spaz
Man, that fuck nigga lyin′
Ten toes down, never thought about droppin' no dime, hm
Catch my opp lackin′, nigga
I'ma do whatever to that pussy, nigga, I'ma take my time
Man, they pussy, I catch my opp lackin′ in the nine
When Kilo come back, we gon′ take every plug off
Ever since a young age, I been livin' on the damn edge
Might just jump off
That boy wasn′t lookin', ran off with his shit
A nigga took his shit like Randy Moss
I ain′t go to trap, hit him with a double cross
You can't hang with the damn band, nigga, you soft
You know I be ready for war, ready to pop my Glock
I be ready to go, ready to write white chalk
Ever since I was 13, I had G-Lock
Nigga don′t touch me, I let one pop
I been with the fuck shit, I can't get jumped
Nigga tryin' lil′ Glokk then I got top bunk
I′ma fuck my bitch 'til the sun come up
So many guns up in this trap, man
I might take them all (So many guns)
Nigga talkin′ crazy on that 'gram
I might have to walk him down (They talkin′ crazy)
Catch his ass slippin' in public
Nigga, fuck is you talkin′ bout now? (Fuck is you talm' 'bout?)
You ain′t gon′ see nothin'
You ain′t gon' hear nothin′, we ain't gon′ make no sound
Walk out the court like, fuck subpoena
Make that money drown (Money gang)
Huh, I'm never damn sober, every damn day
I tote that Glock and I smoke loud
Beefin' with the mob, I catch his body ′bout the band
See a fake partner, I′m gon' break his hand
These bullets so big, I don′t think you gon' live again
Capo put him on a plate, eat his face just like cinnamon
(It′s DJ GREN8DE)