TSA

[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 'fore a nigga get popped
If you tryna run up 'fore a nigga get blast
Freak bitch suck me up, finna nut on her chest
Shoutout my nigga [?], 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]
On that speedway, do the whole dash and I'm noddin' off
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
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

[Verse 2: thr33]
B-Big booty bitch in LA, shit, I might just take that flight
I told you don't fuck with that thot, nigga, you know I was right
Fuck that shit, got that Drac', finna bust that shit
Finna bust that shit, I'ma clutch my shit
You ain't got no bread, nigga, how that work?
Fat big booty bitch finna go 'head and twerk
Me and Osama hit a lick on a white bus
Nigga said "I'ma slide", nigga, I'm on your street
Talk crazy 'til a fake nigga finna get beat
Knock his ass right out, nigga fell like a noodle
Nigga, I'm a real pitbull, these niggas poodles
Rob you for yo' shit, nigga finna say "Toodles"
Shoot a opp two times, nigga fly like kite
I was stealin' from the corner store, was ridin' on a bike
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 'fore a nigga get popped
If you tryna run up 'fore a nigga get blast
Freak bitch suck me up, finna nut on her chest
Shoutout my nigga [?], 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, slatt, slatt)