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Osamason - 56 Lyrics

[Intro]
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Beep, beep, beep (Pssh, boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop)
What's up? Pfft, yeah (What? Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up), yeah

[Chorus]
They pull up and get murked, hol' up
I was just coughin' on syrup, yeah
Two times, made that swerve (What? What?)
I'm in the Creek like, ''What's the word?'' (Yeah)
I spent fifteen for some Percs
S-spent a lil' fifteen, did that work (Beep, beep, beep)
I done kissed my fuckin' cup, spilled the red all on my shirt
New Al—, shh, now that shit dirt
I was in the back-seat countin' up Percs, yeah
Givenchy shirt, I buy all that swag, that cryin' shit don't hurt, yeah
Yeah, pfft, but I don't know, yeah, yeah, yeah (I don't know, yeah)
Opiates fucked my mind up, that lil' bitch can't get designer
I was in London fuckin' them pounds up, yeah, yeah, yeah (Beep, beep)
Fuckin' them pounds up, yeah, fuckin' her mouth up, huh, yeah, yeah
Fuckin' her mouth up (What?)
Trap cost like twenty bands (What? What?)
We gon' shoot like twenty men (Yeah)
Nigga, we just like it that (Yeah), hit them .56 on they ass

[Verse]
Yeah, in a Balenci' bag, yeah, told slime, ''Fill up mags''
Yeah, we got, pfft, yeah, yeah, I'ma have to spin in that bitch back, yeah
I just been with hoes, yeah, Bentley go, Bentley go fast
Bitch, I can't miss a ho, yeah, my slime finna go crash, yeah
My slime finna go crash, yeah
I got this lil' bitch mad, yeah, I got this lil' bitch mad, yeah
Buy the new Louis V bag
[Chorus]
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) They pull up and get murked, hol' up
I was just coughin' on syrup, yeah
Two times, made that swerve (What? What?)
I'm in the Creek like, ''What's the word?'' (Yeah)
I spent fifteen for some Percs
S-spent a lil' fifteen, did that work (Beep, beep, beep)
I done kissed my fuckin' cup, spilled the red all on my shirt
New Al—, shh, now that shit dirt
I was in the back-seat countin' up Percs, yeah
Givenchy shirt, I buy all that swag, that cryin' shit don't hurt, yeah
Yeah, pfft, but I don't know, yeah, yeah, yeah (I don't know, yeah)
Opiates fucked my mind up, that lil' bitch can't get designer
I was in London fuckin' them pounds up, yeah, yeah, yeah (Beep, beep)
Fuckin' them pounds up, yeah, fuckin' her mouth up, huh, yeah, yeah
Fuckin' her mouth up (What?)
Trap cost like twenty bands (What? What?)
We gon' shoot like twenty men (Yeah)
Nigga, we just like it that (Yeah), hit them .56 on they ass