Oh Really Pt 2

[Intro: 3o$ama]
Boom, Boom
(Lemme tell you something AJ)
Aye Life where the chip up at baby? Let’s go, let’s go
Aye Jose, aye Threat
Aye free Glock, free Hank, free Tall, free Giz
Boom

[Chorus: 3o$ama]
Like I told you before “Oh Really”
I be popping my door, niggas run in they city
I don’t know why this bitch I think I like her
I’ll bin out a Honda, I’ll bin out a Chrysler
I don’t know why this bitch I think I like her
I’ll bin out a Honda, I’ll bin out a Striker
I’ll bin out a Jag, I’d creep on your street
I’ll put you to sleep with this Drac' CD
You know we ain’t copping no plea so squashing no beef
Shout out D—, [?]
Goofy nigga sent a diss and his wifi lagged out
Had to caught an opp downbad, nigga had his ass out
Lil' Rell died on the scene, blew his heads
AP Chain on the hill, come spin bout it
An opp nigga admitted it same way he died about it

[Verse 1: 3o$ama & Yung Threat]
It be throwing me off cause niggas don’t
Why Pocketz calling acting like he spinned?
When we get the drop on Ahk we gonna kill him
Yung Threat the war vet nigga
I’m Mr. Pop it and Lock it, go ask about—
How he felt when his lil' brother copped it
And I put shit on him made shawty a top
And I could really fight but the opps ain’t boxing
I’m a killer, I call that a skit when we spinning the opps I tell 3 get the wig
I hit him up close, I ain’t gonna lie I was shook
He was gasping for air, man I knew he was cooked
Man long live Whitez about him I catch B’s
They was speaking on Q now I’m banging them C’s
Tell em free Hankroll, we was hopping out trucks
Tell em free Breezeway, man my driver will bust
I be hopping out cars, niggas feet get stuck
When I hop out with that drac', I’m like Dame in the clutch
See me on your rip then you better get the fuck
So I’m walking with shit that’ll break down a dump truck

[Verse 2: Young Jose]
[?]
Spend twenty bands for my bitch out Dubai
I’m one of them youngins who thugged in the alley
That nigga ain’t tight, man he [?]
They talking bout spinning, I’m talking bout money
I’m [?] bags they saying it ain’t nothing
I’m serving that shit, have them walking like mummies
My [?] said [?], Why the fuck would I speak on the opps?
I been toting Chops and toting them Glocks
Might by an AP just to pass to my young nigga
We need at least fives niggas dead by the summer
I’m fucking with Threat and I’m fucking with 3
I ain’t doing no talking when you run into me
I’m clutching this Glock got it tucked in my brief
I’m spinning this shit boy I feel like I’m Meech
They ain’t from Yo boy them niggas recruits
They ain’t go to plumber, they ain’t go to sewers
Why the fuck is you dissing? You riding in ubers
Paved the way for these niggas they need to salute

[Chorus: 3o$ama]
Like I told you before “Oh Really”
I be popping my door, niggas run in they city
I don’t know why this bitch I think I like her
I’ll bin out a Honda, I’ll bin out a Chrysler
I don’t know why this bitch I think I like her
I’ll bin out a Honda, I’ll bin out a Striker
I’ll bin out a Jag, I’d creep on your street
I’ll put you to sleep with this Drac' CD
You know we ain’t copping no plea so squashing no beef
Shout out D—, [?]
Goofy nigga sent a diss and his wifi lagged out
Had to caught an opp downbad, nigga had his ass out
Lil' Rell died on the scene, blew his heads
AP Chain on the hill, come spin bout it
An opp nigga admitted it same way he died about it

[Outro: 3o$ama]
Dumb ass bitch