[Verse 1]
Osama twin llamas from the DC camp
You like to run your mouth you the people's champ?
That shit gon' get your t-shirt damp
A tag on your toe pussy n***a that's the DC stamp
I carry tools with my jewels you n***as thinking jackpot
But walk up on me you gon' hear that mac pop
Glizzy with the ladder in the stash box
Black Talon that'll knocked down a Sasquatch
All I know is get it on the back block
They see you balling put the calling now the feds watch
Been collecting paper like a mailbox
N***a I ain't got to touch it I just call shots
Omelly the name fuck n***a get it clear
Been snapping them racks and breaking squares
Slicing down bricks don't let it smear
Vaseline electric tape how I got it here

[Hook]
I'm still riding dirty with the mop sticks
Glock thirty you don't want to hear this hot shit
Fuck n***a you don't want to feel this hot shit
Pussy n***a you don't want to feel this hot shit
I'm still riding dirty with the mop sticks
Glock thirty you don't want to feel this hot shit
Fuck n***a, fuck n***a, fuck fuck fuck n***as
[Verse 2]
It's funny n***as thought they had the drop on me
Had to change their plans you know I keep the wop on me
Dick head nothing else but thirty shots on me
[?] they called the cops on me
Got the D's and the swat on me
Kicking in my grandmother door they trying to get the drop on me
State trooper try to pull me I'mma give him gas
And fuck the taskforce I'm still getting cash
That's your man you better ride with him
Come around with that fuck shit let that fire hit him
Cashmere sweater on with my weapon on
High top Louboutins who you moving on
Busted down Rollie strapped down shawty
Keep my name out your fucking mouth if you don't know me
I know you a rat, you n***as can't spin me
Seen the fucking paper work and I know it's code D

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Don't play with the fam cause I'll down you
Them n***as ain't rocking or rolling get them from round you
Don't get flamed from his big boy shit the four pounder
In the kitchen still flopping the fish we call it flounder
I'm still DC stepping DC repping
Fake n***as want me booked up [?]
They left me in this rap game damn this shit a blessing
Don't matter if the city is safe you know I keep my weapon
All my n***as get paper do it look like we stressing
Trim the grass for the snakes you know I learned my lesson
I'm still posted back block where you can find me at
My old head threw me a brick told em drown with that
My [?] said it's fucked up threw me nine of that
Stay strapped black mac shit Osama back
Stay strapped black mac shit Osama back
All my n***as cold silent we don't fuck with rats
[Hook]