Rob B4 I Rap

Lyrics

[Intro] (Chapo) [Chorus] Huh, yeah, the real OSO pop out, tryna catch a hat Go in the hotel, reload this 50 mag I'm with whatever you want, I won't get mad I'll pistol whip him, give him whiplash Got the baby dick on the Glock, switch on it I can't fuck that bitch, that hoe was so boney Red beams on his ass like pepperoni And he mad at me 'cause that boy tellin' on me I send a blitz on him from a jail call Bet, get the fuck, nigga, we don't know y'all Leave his ass stuck, nigga, when these shells pop Put him on the door, nigga had to get locked Hm, she see the drip, she eat up the dick Boy, this a mob, boy, this not no clique I did some things I could never fix I popped this Perc' and it feel so good Come to the BP or the Citgo, that ain't that hood but that's where we post up And I'll slap yo' ass, you think I'm a joke or some? And I serve, baby, I don't owe one And some Wocky bussin' in that H1 And I do the drugs, I love my passion I was robbin' niggas before I was rappin' [Verse] And they lookin' at me like they don't like my fuckin' fashion Uh, I'm known to go crazy, so psychotic, in a straitjacket Mmm, I'ma cut ya muhfuckin' son, nigga shoot like muhfuckin' Dallas Mavericks Mmm, baby, just vibe with us, no sneak shit, I wouldn't lie to ya If I fuck her friend, I might just lie to her Huh, kickin' shit with the vampire If he play with us he won't be able to say his goodbyes Locked up and I had 4 knifes Whoa told me "pop out, blick time" Whoa totin' on a Tec, catch mine Real Za, I won't smoke midget They keep playin with a nigga, get real wicked [Chorus] Huh, yeah, the real OSO pop out, tryna' catch a hat Go in the hotel, reload this 50 Mag' I'm with whatever you want, I won't get mad I'll pistol whip him, give him whiplash Got the baby dick on the Glock, switch on it I can't fuck that bitch, that hoe was so boney Red beams on his ass like pepperoni And he mad at me 'cause that boy tellin' on me I send a blitz on him from a jail call Bet, get the fuck, nigga, we don't know y'all Leave his ass stuck, nigga, when these shells pop Put him on the door, nigga had to get locked Hm, she see the drip, she eat up the dick Boy, this a mob, boy, this not no clique I did some things I could never fix I popped this Perc' and it feel so good Come to the BP or the Citgo, that ain't that hood but that's where we post up And I'll slap yo' ass, you think I'm a joke or some'? And I serve, baby, I don't owe one And some Wocky bussin' in that H1 And I do the drugs, I love my passion I was robbin' niggas before I was rappin'