Osama!

[Chorus: Sir Abe]
We drive foreign cars
We gon' take it far
Feel like Larry in this bitch yeah I'm just living large
I pour 4's all in my Fanta I feel like a star
I'm chillin' with Envy and Stars
I chill with ya' bitch tomorrow
Blow up that bitch like Osama
I might just have to go and fuck ya' mama
C.O.B no we ain't really with drama
I pour a 4 in the Sprite yeah I gotta
I up my Tec, not seeing tomorrow
I shot his bitch and now he in his sorrow
Ain't pay me back, now yo' life I borrow
And you gon' sink like you Leonardo

[Verse 1: Envy!]
I'm getting dough, you know that I need it
And you want a feat, lil bro you can keep it
Shawty a stalker you know she be creeping
I don't really care 'cause she eating my semen
Hop on the beat and I spaz (Okay)
Hop in the lamb' going back (Okay)
Hop in the Tesla and jag (Okay)
Just know that we chasin' a bag

[Verse 2: 5Starss]
A bag, huh
Forty on me, that's a fact
Run it, I run like thе Flash
I keep that lil' 40. on my lap
Ridin' round town bitch
Ridin' round town with my stick
I'm 'bout to let that bitch rip
Forty on me with the clip
I ridе around with a semi
Shout out Abe and Envy
I'm running the city yeah
It fuck up my kidneys yeah
I know that you envy us
Oh you wanna feature bitch?
Well you needa put a penny in it

[Verse 3: Sir Abe]
I used to do free features
Well lil' bitch I'm taxing now
My nigga we smoke reefa
My nigga we cashin' out
I used to be nice guy on the block
Well bitch I'm an assassin now
These niggas just cap it out
The fuck is you rappin' 'bout?
My niggas never sleep, yeah we gonna ball
We gon' put in work
Getting so high I feel like a bird
Opp niggas mad so they gonna lurk
We got straps gotta keep alert
And my niggas geekin' off a fuckin' perc
This the wave nigga and we gonna surf
Choppa hit niggas, really gonna hurt
Pockets so fat, think they stummy hurt

[Chorus: Sir Abe]
We drive foreign cars
We gon' take it far
Feel like Larry in this bitch yeah I'm just living large
I pour 4's all in my Fanta I feel like a star
I'm chillin' with Envy and Stars
I chill with ya' bitch tomorrow
Blow up that bitch like Osama
I might just have to go and fuck ya' mama
C.O.B no we ain't really with drama
I pour a 4 in the Sprite yeah I gotta
I up my Tec, not seeing tomorrow
I shot his bitch and now he in his sorrow
Ain't pay me back, now yo' life I borrow
And you gon' sink like you Leonardo