[Lyric] D$L (Yvng Ozzy)

(Ozzy, Ozzy pick up the phone)
Ay ay ay ay
Whippin in the limousine
Smokin Russian Creams
I don't feel a thing when I'm sippin on that lean
Bouta up the beam, boy don't scream, just a bad dream
Countin up all these green green greens
Ay, ay
Wit a bad hoe, kick her to the door
Hop out the back door when we robbin da store
Hop in the two-door with the butterfly doors
Got some blow on the dash, pull off like we flash
Bouta pop a left like a perc then we hit the right
Boy cut the lights we gone in the night
Imma pull up on the block with that
gunshots
(What that is Ozzy?)
Its the silencer rippin hot
Run up on his block make his big brothеr go missing
Ay
Bad bitch all up on my dick pussy gripping
Ay
No I ain't no genie but that hoe bе making wishes
Pull up on him, fry his ass like some fishes
Clean that boy up like the dishes
With my brother Ben and he meditating
Bouta zen, pussy boy hesitating
2cents cuz these bitches never dimes
Yvng Ozzy on the track and I'm spitting rhymes
Bitch its Yvng Ozzy and I came with a strap
Got hella wock, sippin on act
Bitches on me, yeah they think I'm a snack
I came with a Glock, I came with the pack
I'm not no Icy Girl but I just want the face
Pop out to the trunk with 30 on my waist
I use Star 67 they won't catch a trace
Feeling like carti, yeah these diamonds straight from space
Ay, ay, Ozzy out on this bitch