T193 Songtext
von OsamaSon

(Boop-boop-boop)
(Boop-boop-boop)
I need a five-star bitch, and I got drugs up in this whip (Woo)
We do drugs, we get kills, hand out slugs just for real (Boop-boop-boop)
Bentley truck, switch the whip, wearing pink diamonds, not no steel (Bee-bee)
I′m shooting out the roof for real, I'm on the beans, yeah, yeah (Woo, yeah)
I′m off the E, ah, yeah, you get clean, Paul Bearer
She said, "What do I do?" I told her, "I ball there" (I ball, bitch)
Just poured up, two by two, I don't give a fuck, man, it's all here
Fifty clips, shoot all year, I can never fall, yeah (Boop-boop-boop)
Oh, you think you ball, yeah, ′til we knock you off, yeah (Oh, oh, oh)
Off them beans in my mode, rob your house with thе poles
Bitch, you already know I′m chose, do one, finna' go slow mo′ (Oh)
Hold up, spеnd four bands on lean, move slow mo' (Let′s go)
Everyone's waitin′ for the pop-up, but I told 'em, "I need more"
YSL jeans hold the knocker, boy, you better tell your bros (Boop-boop)
And my shooter tryna pop him, yeah, he seen him, he ain't froze (He ain′t froze)
We make clips with Dracos, we send hits, fuck on hoes
We make movies and push fast cars, but the engine never blow (Skrr)
You got problems with your ho ′cause she wanna come fuck with O (Yeah)


She wanna hop on a jet right now and come eat me off the bone (Let's go)
This not Baccarat, can′t tell you my cologne
I just walked in the spot, I'm alone
It′s just me and my Glock, and my phone (Boop-boop-boop)
Nigga, I ain't makin′ no call
When it's goin' down, they call my phone (Brr-brr)
Can′t remember the last time I had a frown when the money hit my phone (Cha-ching)
I ain′t hearin', I ain′t hearin, I ain't listenin′, huh
Boy, you keep talkin' all the bullshit, start pissin′ me (Bullshit)
Two micro Dracos, all got full clips, I'd listen
Niggas mad my life is so cool, they act like bitches (Bitches)
Phew, phew, phew, phew (Boop-boop-boop)
Phew, phew, phew, phew (Boop-boop-boop)
Phew, phew, phew, phew (Boop-boop-boop)
Phew, phew, phew, phew (Boop-boop-boop)
So-so you think that you can stop this shit? (Can't stop it)
FN, Five-SeveN, bullets knockin′ bricks (Boop-boop-boop, piped up)
That′s your wife, lil' bitch be jockin′ this (Ah, yeah)
I'm too busy sendin′ shots, I can't miss, yeah (Phew, phew)
I got way too much damn guap, I can′t count shit, uh (Boop)
Talk to my grandma, she was just like, "Good job, I heard you did it" (Uh, yeah)
Ride round in them bricks, still looking for licks, I'm on the same shit (My jeweler)
If it ain't broke don′t fix it, I just copped a Lamb′, finna get my kit, yeah (Ayy, let's go)
Fuck over your plug ′cause I'm the plug in the field, yeah (Ayy, let′s go)
We gon' catch a kill, they gon′ kill for a kid, uh (Ayy, let's go)
Hands in them fives, I'm off the drugs for real, oh, yeah, yeah
My lil′ brudda so ill, he don′t even get the chills, ah