OSA TTS - OSA TTS, Pt. 1 Lyrics

Big chop blow your shit like a hurricane
F*ck this bitch throw her out oh that's whats her name
I'm just in it for the money bitch f*ck the fame
Shooter Ulrich got the drum he don't need to aim
OSA TTS got the gang with me
We all real if you pussy you can't hang with me
And my drum like my wallet that bitch hold fifty
Thought I was Santa way I'm coming down your damn chimney
Bitches hopping on my cock they like bunnies
Goofies talking big and bad they sound funny
Momma worried bout my life I'm making money
Kids coming from my city f*cking scummy
One rack two rack red rack blue rack
Break the bank and you know we break a bitch back
Why you say you making money talking all cap
You drive a Prius i just pull up in the all black
Don't act surprised when i'm more than just talk
Don't double cross me if you ain't more than walk
Little bitch boy I don't play around
Gone run you down
Don't act a clown
When I pull back around
Bet you see a white boy that will make it happen
Gone make this money if it even means trapping
Haters keep hating but i bet they really miss me
If it escalate Imma do him like ricky
Your man talking bout them gats then lets get cracking
He's working straight 9-5s but I stay trapping
I could serve you the M I could serve you some dope
Pop a seal pour a 4 chalking lines like a rope
If he said that I owe him we gone spark him like a toke
That's a goofy man we all laughing hes a joke
Choppa talking in this bitch he gone slip like some soap