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Osamason - Dont Wanna Rob No Mo Lyrics

[Intro: baby evil]
Yah
Pussy
Don't play with him
Fuck you talkin' 'bout, nigga? (Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?), haha
Phew, phew-phew, phew, phew, phew
Phew-phew-phew, phew, phew
Keep up, you trippin' (Phew, phew, phew)
Twin, pass me that (Phew-phew-phew)

[Verse 1: baby evil]
Yah, we gon' put the pistol on yo' ass (On yo' ass)
I'm a young nigga, I ain't go to class
And the Glock on me, got a fifty mag' (Yeah, nigga, got a fifty mag')
Nigga don't wanna get toe-tagged (On God)
Who the fuck you gon' kill with that ProMag? (Kill with that ProMag)
And you need to catch up with yo' slow ass
Pass 'Sama the drank, nigga, he gon' pour that
Pass 'Sama the drank (For real)
And that nigga not gang, we make him walk the plank, nigga (Yeah)
I was locked up with that shank, nigga (I was locked with the shank)
We gon' rob a nigga for his drank, nigga
Ayy, nigga, what the fuck? (Okay)
We gon'—We gon' spin on thеy block like, "What up?" (What's up?)
And that hunnid-round drum, you know I got it tuck (Wow)
And we spin on yo' block, you pussies bеtter duck, yeah (Duck)
[Verse 2: OsamaSon]
Know I have my shit tuck, yeah (Go)
I want a big Benz truck (Skrrt)
I just dropped the mud (Mud)
Got a check, then I fucked it up (Let's go)
Get her neck and I fuck it up (Uh-huh)
Hit the show and I fuck shit up (Let's go)
West Side got five TEC-9s (Five)
Pour green up for my slime (Slime)
Push up, I'ma flip that ride (Slatt)
We spinnin' on that time (Let's go)
I may catch a nigga outside ('Side)
Got two Glocks when I'm ridin' (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
I'm in the SRT, model Jeep (Skrrt)
Spend it in YSL (Uh, 'SL), that's how you know it's me, yeah (Let's go)
Bitch, that's how you know it's me (Uh-huh)
You don't do shit when I'm in yo' town (Town), I was just geeked off three (Oh, yeah)
Yeah, twin like, "Hope it's me"
Yeah, pull a TikTok, ball (Let's go)
I was ridin' 'round with the boss (Ride 'round)
Lil' nigga, I'm the boss (Yeah)
Take no loss when I'm pourin' up Toss (Pourin' up Toss)
With Hi-Tech, we don't pay no cost
Phew-phew, phew-phew, phew, I'on wan' have to rob you folks (Yeah, yeah, it's up)
I don't wanna rob no more (Yeah, no more, uh-uh, uh)
But I'on wan' have to rob these folks (Yeah)