Percy 30 - Osama

(Yeah, trained to kill, bitch)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch I'm bombing like Osama, I ain't afraid to die
Hit you all up in your head with that .twenty-five
Smith and Wesson, bitch don't test me before you rest I hit you all up in your head
The way I shot him, then he shook and he bled
And if he talking shit, then I'ma have to paint the city red, bitch
I'ma hit you with that switch, I'ma bust it, let it rip
Leave you all up in a ditch, wanna play me like a bitch
But I thought that we was friends, yeah
Palms beretta, I make that pussy wetter, I'm better, vendetta, got a bitch, she named
Loretta, Monetta, cause bitch
I'm in my era, in my prime, this my time, make it to the top, but it's gon' take some time
My magazine got about nine hollows left, I'll make sure that they take your motherfuckin' Life
They say fly high, but you deserve to die, and I ain't fuckin' lyin', put you in the dirt like What's the word
Nah, he ain't never make it back, cause his soul left his body when I hit him
In his neck, we makin' checks, and bitch
I'm gripping on my tec, then I look back, pray to God I hope I make it back
But it's direct, if I make it out, then what's next
What's the effect, get you stretched, but maybe it ain't you who I'm aiming at
I'm behind the trigger, what if I'm the one who gettin' hit
Yeah, but like I said, I ain't scared to die
I just take my time, everyone gon' die but slang that iron still, hope I make it past 25
And if I do, I promise by that time I'll be a millionaire
I'll make it out the hood, bitch, I'm like billionaire
I'm so high, feel like I'm flyin' through the fuckin' air (fuckin' air)
Never come down, yeah, I never land
Take my hand, baby, I'ma get you what you want
What you ain't never had, spoil you to death how much I fuckin' spend
Don't even matter cause I'm rich got like 30 bands on hand, hit his head
That's a bet, smoke some gas, call it bloody blunts
Get you flushed, get you touched, smoke a fuckin' dutch, bitch, yeah (bitch, yeah)
Yeah, I'm bombin' on you like Osama, I ain't scared of death
Bullets hit you up, leave you scarred, all up in your chest
Getting head from a hoe, said that I ain't shit
But now she all up on my dick just cause I'm fuckin' here
I get her wet, she suckin' on my tip, if he snitch, he gettin' zipped
Give a fuck about no bitch, no chasin' hoes, I chase a check, yeah
No chasin' hoes, I chase a motherfuckin' check, bitch

Written by:
Jayden Shaw

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