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Osamason - Sandman Lyrics

[Verse 1]
What's goin' on? Bad hoes, I'm on
Fle-flex up strong, yeah, flex up strong, off this X, I’m done
My shooter focused; if he notice, shit gon' blow
This new whip goin', bitch, I’m blowin' out the door
And I got Celine on my feet; I spent a check up on my toes
There's too much money in my jeans, so I attract too many hoes
Lil' bitch, I jump out on my feet; lil' bitch, I jump out, stick won’t fold

[Chorus]
And you know I'm standin' ten toes, put lil' hoe on friend zone
Wanna see what your friends on
S-Slide a cup of lean, yeah, can you let my man bone?
I wanna do them things, yeah, I can do some things, yeah
I hit her whole team, yeah, now she mad at me, yeah
Been goin' through some things, yeah (Uh-huh)
I just walked in with the yuh
I'm not Christian, uh-huh
I got beams on the chop, so I’m not missin', uh-yuh
So instead, bring your spare bullets, won't miss him, yuh
Yeah, my shooter go insane, call him Sandman

[Verse 2]
Love my choppa 'cause that bitch won't go through phases
Way-way too geeked up, I can’t see none of these faces
Yeah, pour up too much drop in double cup, I can’t taste it, yeah
Goin' too fast in that drop-top, red like Satan, huh
Off the opiates, get too geeked, then I start raging, on God
Ballhard, start raging, yo—you don’t want me, pull up, and start raging
New bitch Filipino, but I swear that she was Asian
Chrome Heart socks, every day of the week, I wake up flexin'
B-Bit wanna kick it with the slime, then wear my necklace
Diamond chain hittin', catch that slime like Odell Beckham
She like, “Boy, you Lil O, and what, uh-huh, yeah, I reckon”
I done fucked too many whips up, I done fucked the lane, bih'
[Chorus]
And you know I'm standin' ten toes, put lil' hoe on friend zone
Wanna see what your friends on
S-Slide a cup of lean, yeah, can you let my man bone?
I wanna do them things, yeah, I can do some things, yeah
I hit her whole team, yeah, now she mad at me, yeah
Been goin' through some things, yeah (Uh-huh)
I just walked in with the yuh
I'm not Christian, uh-huh
I got beams on the chop, so I'm not missin', uh-yuh
So instead, bring your spare bullets, won't miss him, yuh
Yeah, my shooter go insane, call him Sandman