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F*ck My Cousin, Pt. II Lyrics – Lil Zay Osama & Lil Durk |
F*ck My Cousin, Pt. II Lyrics – Lil Zay Osama & Lil Durk
F*ck My Cousin, Pt. II Lyrics – Presenting F*ck My Cousin, Pt. II Lyrics Which Is Sung By Lil Zay Osama x Lil Durk And F*ck My Cousin, Pt. II Lyrics Are Also Penned By Lil Zay Osama & Lil Durk While Music Is Produced By Fatman Beatzz & Vito. Official Music Video Is Released On Official Channel “Lil Zay Osama”.
F*ck My Cousin, Pt. II Credits –
Song – F*ck My Cousin, Pt. II
Artist – Lil Zay Osama & Lil Durk
Lyrics – Lil Zay Osama & Lil Durk
Music – Fatman Beatzz & Vito
Label – Lil Zay Osama
F*ck My Cousin, Pt. II Lyrics – Lil Zay Osama & Lil Durk
Ayyy, ayyy
Gang shit only, nigga
[Fatman, you did this ??]
You know what the f*ck goin’ on, man
1600 gang, nigga, you know
How the f*ck we rockin’, nigga
Ayyy, ayyy
Get caught hangin’ with the opps
And you gon get yo’ ass smoked [Glock]
Get caught lackin’, the opps’
Post, we put you in that same boat
I can get yo’ cousin to backdoor you [Backdoor you]
F*ck you think this fame for ?? [Glock]
We the type to pop out on you in a wig and raincoat
I’m with all them killers, thuggin’
Hit the city, I’m in a hot car
I’m with all my niggas, buggin’
Auntie call my phone through Facebook
Tell me, squash it with my cousin [My Cousin]
This so deep right now, I catch him
I kill his ass in public, nigga
That’s on my brother
I don’t like them niggas
They don’t like my niggas [Ayyy, ayyy]
And I’m too rich to be fightin’
Them niggas [Yeah, yeah]
He was talkin’ shit, caught him on the
Nine, here go your diaper, nigga
[Here go your diaper, nigga]
You ain’t into a gang, for rеal
You don’t own your own pipe,
Lil’ nigga [Broke-ass nigga]
With you broke ass, nigga [F*ck wrong with you ??]
Wе ain’t tolerate no fake opps [Ain’t no fake opps]
They can’t post up in they hood
They call somebody else, shit, they block [Grrrr]
Free Lonnell, he six three-hundred
Only one I love from 8-Block
Bam got hit in the head, so we still
Count that as a face shot [What ?? What ??]
Ayy, if niggas ain’t die, they on the shit bag [Shit bag]
For J-money, it’s a go, you a
Fake opp with your brick ass [GDK]
And I fucked your baby mama while you
Was in jail, her thick ass [Her thick ass]
Regular Glock on me, in case
I run up out that switch kind [Grrrr, Glock]
We get litty in the city [City, what ??]
They had to buy them switches from foenem in
Case they wanted ’em on them glizzys [City, what ??]
We don’t say “No cap” for foenem, me and
Lil’ bro ‘nem say “No kizzy” [City, what ??]
All the opps know how we ride, nigga
We gon’ spin till we get dizzy, nigga
We ain’t doin’ no diss
Get caught hangin’ with the opps
And you gon get yo’ ass smoked [Glock]
Get caught lackin’, the opps’
Post, we put you in that same boat
I can get yo’ cousin to backdoor you [Backdoor you]
F*ck you think this fame for ?? [Glock]
We the type to pop out on you in a wig and raincoat
I’m with all them killers, thuggin’
Hit the city, I’m in a hot car
I’m with all my niggas, buggin’
Auntie call my phone through Facebook
Tell me, squash it with my cousin [My Cousin]
This so deep right now, I catch him
I kill his ass in public, nigga
Nigga [Ayyy, f*ck my cousin, he with that opp shit, yoo]
That’s on my brother [Man, what ??]
F*ck my cousin, I told ’em he gotta go
And get shot, he slide through [Come here]
The night my brother died, if you was
There, just know you dyin’ too [Gang]
Ask the opps from over West, next day
They ass was down two [Down, man down]
Hellfire on the back of that Glock, sound
Like a switch, it sound-proof [Grrrrah]
And I agreed to keep your son name out
My mouth and I ain’t lied [Let’s get it]
But them niggas he call his cousins
Round that bitch, they ass dyin’ [They ass dyin’]
All the guns and chains, and cars
Took out the city, ain’t none mine
I took shit on the chin three different times
So stop all that cryin’ [Pussy-ass nigga]
We put belt to ass, we spankin’ shit [Come here]
Y’all still actin’ like y’all up [Come here, come here]
Sleazy vibes, what’s his name? Got hit
In his shit, he called for help [Uhhh]
He ain’t do it but still said, “F*ck ’em,”
So he did that to himself (Bitch-ass nigga)
Block too hot, we can’t post up, we get the hangin’ downon Wells
In the ‘Raq, ask the streets, I’m bigger
Than Yeezy, I’m the G.O.A.T. [Bigger than Yeezy]
Ain’t no Gs, we catch ’em, squeeze before the
Keys get in the door [Before the keys get in the door]
Smiley with me, he spinnin’ three times even
Though my boy a four [Spin, spin, spin]
Opps died, we don’t brag no more, we
Get to yellin’, “Go” [Man, what ??]
Get caught hangin’ with the opps
And you gon get yo’ ass smoked [Glock]
Get caught lackin’, the opps’
Post, we put you in that same boat
I can get yo’ cousin to backdoor you [Backdoor you]
F*ck you think this fame for ?? [Glock]
We the type to pop out on you in a wig and raincoat
I’m with all them killers, thuggin’
Hit the city, I’m in a hot car
I’m with all my niggas, buggin’
Auntie call my phone through Facebook
Tell me, squash it with my cousin [My Cousin]
This so deep right now, I catch him
I kill his ass in public, nigga
That’s on my brother
Hold up !!
