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letra de better run better duck - lil zay osama

[intro: lil zay osama]
ayy, gang, uh
ayy, gang (glah, glah)
f-ck wrong with these n-ggas, man? (gang sh-t, n-gga)
ayy, ayy, ayy

[chorus: lil zay osama]
better run, better duck when we pop up out that cut (bah, bah, come here)
we ain’t shootin’ out no car, we hoppin’ out and runnin’ up (grrah, b-tch)
switch go, “doo-doo-doo-doo-doo,” he ain’t had no time to bust
i see an opp, i get that rush, he ain’t leavin’ with no crutch (grrah)
12 kickin’ in the trap, i gotta swallow, i gotta flush
i’m smokin’ all my dead opps in this backwood, don’t roll no dutch
foenem get to squeezin’, reach and we gon’ think his ass clutch (b-tch)
i like all my b-tches bad, pretty face and bubble b-tt (bubble b-tt)

[verse 1: lil zay osama]
b-tch, we key a lot of fast sh-t, you hear me up the street (skrrt)
and we ain’t gotta buy no car off some n-gga, lil’ bro ‘nem got the key (lil’ foenem got the key)
me and foenem out here lampin’, creepin’, everybody sleep (everybody sleep)
and i’ll slide by myself, but you out slidin’ ’til you deep
ayy, how many of them n-ggas dead? i can’t even count no more (i can’t even count no more)
we paint the whole block red, y’all don’t even be out no more
even they b-tches f-ckin’ the gang, what you want, some clout, lil’ ho?
opps facetime me talkin’ crazy, i just tell ’em ’bout lil’ bro (uh, uh, uh)
you say ain’t no smoke, hangin’ with my opps just gon’ put y’all in it (goofy)
gang ‘nem got them real yercs, not that sh-t with that ‘nyl in it (not that fake sh-t)
i’m hittin’ every angle on an opp b-tch, she ain’t got no walls in it
i know this b-tch a ho, i put my d-ck in, how i fall in it (d-mn)
this lil’ b-tch the coldest with the mouth, she ain’t got no halls in it (b-tch)
ain’t no store that i shop in the ‘raq up in the mall, n-gga (broke ass)
i know your type, b-tch, you like lame-ass tall n-ggas
you don’t like a gangster that bang it out and never call n-ggas (brrah)
[chorus: lil zay osama & rob49]
better run, better duck when we pop up out that cut (for real)
we ain’t shootin’ out no car, we hoppin’ out and runnin’ up (brr, gang)
switch go, “doo-doo-doo-doo-doo,” he ain’t had no time to bust (he ain’t had no time to bust)
i see an opp, i get that rush (come here), he ain’t leavin’ with no crutch (nah)
12 kickin’ in the trap, i gotta swallow, i gotta flush (f-ck, b-tch)
i’m smokin’ all my dead opps in this backwood, don’t roll no dutch
foenem get to squeezin’, reach and we gon’ think his ass clutch (goofy-ass n-gga)
i like all my b-tches bad, pretty face and bubble b-tt

[verse 2: rob49]
yeah, that’s my problem, i like ratchet b-tches, low class, eat it up (yeah, yeah, low class)
i ain’t had no gun, but i serve pounds in my mama coat (yeah)
stop sayin’ you gang, you ain’t locked in, we don’t f-ck with you (we don’t f-ck with you, n-gga)
facetime with lil zay osama, he in jail, but that’s my dog (yeah)
you ain’t never seen a switchy, huh? (you never seen no switchy, huh?)
yeah, i’m a drug dealin’, real n-gga from the south (yeah)
heard he threw salt on my name, b-tch, watch your mouth (salt on my name, b-tch, watch your mouth)
ain’t no flaw on me, a real one, i’m gon’ stand in this b-tch tall (yeah)
yeah, the bricks made me, i came up doin’ bad sh-t with these drills (yeah)
ten play every week, but lil’ bro in jail sellin’ mojo sh-t (yeah)
like a snapback, n-ggas cap, that cap rap sh-t, i don’t wanna hear it
dj bandz’ll do it better, but i can’t cap, i’ll beat a n-gga (yeah)
like a ref, i’m too official (yeah)
schemin’ hard, out my body (yeah)
it’s just me and all my partners, i don’t like n-ggas like a n-z- (yeah)
chrome heart, please, mike amiri jeans on me
go ‘head, call my bluff, i’ll come to your set one deep, n-gga
[chorus: lil zay osama]
better run, better duck when we pop up out that cut (for real)
we ain’t shootin’ out no car, we hoppin’ out and runnin’ up (brr, gang)
switch go, “doo-doo-doo-doo-doo,” he ain’t had no time to bust (he ain’t have no time to bust)
i see an opp, i get that rush (come here), he ain’t leavin’ with no crutch (nah)
12 kickin’ in the trap, i gotta swallow, i gotta flush (f-ck, b-tch)
i’m smokin’ all my dead opps in this backwood, don’t roll no dutch
foenem get to squeezin’, reach and we gon’ think his ass clutch (goofy-ass n-gga)
i like all my b-tches bad, pretty face and bubble b-tt

- lil zay osama

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