Correction Lyrics One of Those by Lil Zay Osama

Featuring(s) : Sheff G

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[Lil Zay Osama]
Go, go, go, go
(TD gon' up the M)
Mm-mm, mm, mm, mm-mm
Uh, uh, go

[Lil Zay Osama]
We been strikin' shit, what? Out them striker whips, gang
Hoppin' out, robbin', bro 'nem need that, takin' ice and shit
Been fuckin' niggas' baby mommas (Makin' that nigga fight the bitch)
Been takin' twelve on high-speeds anytime they try to mic the whip
Nigga, we been runnin' hoes
Got bitches scared to come around 'cause they know they one of those
We ain't never trippin' off no bitch, I got a hunnid hoes
And we ain't never trippin' off no blick, I got a hunnid poles
All we know is go
Go, go, all we know is go

[Lil Zay Osama]
We don't do no cappin'
After the performance, bro 'nem surround that bitch with all these ratchets, uh
We want all the smoke, behind my niggas, ain't no cappin', uh
Nigga, them insides in that tank, take that shit out, you embarrassing
Ayy, ayy, we got all the shooters
Bro 'nem'll blick inside your shit, guess I'm with all the looters
2013, was on my block and we had all the Rugers
Fuck a bitch, got on a smoke date, she smoked all the hookah (She smoked all the hookah)
Uh, I be in the 'Raq
I pop out, never hidin'
SRTs, I'm leavin' the police if they get behind
Draco on me, Glock on me, before I shoot, bitch, I decide
Niggas ain't in the street, they see one body, they get traumatized
(Niggas ain't in the street, they see one body, they get traumatized)

[Sada Baby]
I'm from Midwest so all that Southern shit be foreign language (Huh)
Down in L.A., how we gang bang, we tote rags and slangin'
But it ain't, I'm from that way, Eastside my bay
.55, .45, tryna take a nigga life, go brazy
Your bitch'll get her tubes tied, if I slide, she'll never have no babies
D-Eagle, loud M-A, I'm from Seven Mile, not the Eight, we shade
Fuck hoes, whip dope, I ain't lazy
Whole thang and everythang pay me
In traffic, on that car, who that?
Blood and 'nem'll get his shit blew back
I hurt a kid, mass transit, New Jack
I heard the opps go in the party, hmm
You know me and gang and them threw that
See that nigga, bullets gettin' threw at him
See them niggas, we just gotta shoot at 'em
I chop his granddaddy new caddy

[Sheff G]
Free lil' Benny tho', huh
Bet he gon' up the scope, huh
We got plenty shots for any opps, got plenty poles, huh
Boy, we got drip for days, good aim, Glocks with beams, huh
Slide through, blitz your party, huh
We ain't tryna miss no target, huh
While I know he made that I hit his shawty, lil' bitch go crazy (Crazy)
And I'm on your ass if you disrespect, you know gang go crazy (Crazy)
Got, got extra clips, got extra mags, nigga run up on me, toe tag 'em
Look, two-fifty all up in jewels, nigga try to rob me, it won't happen
Niggas try to flex, clap 'em
Bitches on dick, slappin', huh
Look at my wrist flashin', huh
Find out his at, tag him, huh
Would've made this verse a lil' longer but a nigga don't got enough time
Freak bitch callin', I'ma ignore it, why that nigga bitch ringing my line? (Ringing my line, ringing my line)

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