Lil Zay Osama & Lil Durk – F*ck My Cousin Pt. 2 (Instrumental) (Prod. By Fatman Beatzz & Vito)

[Intro: Lil Zay Osama]
Ayy, ayy
Gang shit only, nigga
You know what the fuck goin’ on, man (Fatman, you did this?)
1600 gang, nigga, you know how the fuck we rockin’, nigga
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus: Lil Zay Osama]
Get caught hangin’ with the opps and you gon’ get your ass smoked (Glock)
Get caught likin’ the opps’ post, we put you in that same boat
I can get your cousin to backdoor you (Backdoor you)
Fuck 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
This shit so deep right now, I catch him, I kill his ass in public, nigga
That’s on my brother
[Verse 1: Lil Zay Osama]
I don’t like them niggas, they don’t like my niggas (Ayy, ayy)
And I’m too rich to be fightin’ them niggas (Yeah, yeah)
He was talkin’ shit, caught him on the 9, here go your diaper, nigga (Here go your diaper, nigga)
You ain’t into it with gang for real
You don’t own your own pipе, lil’ nigga (Broke-ass nigga)
With your broke ass, nigga (Fuck wrong with you?)
We ain’t tolеrate no fake opps (Ain’t no fake opps)
They can’t post up in they hood
They call somebody else hit they block (Grrr)
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, ayy (What? What?)
If niggas ain’t die, they on the 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 (Grrr, 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

[Chorus: Lil Zay Osama & Lil Durk]
Get caught hangin’ with the opps and you gon’ get your ass smoked (Glock)
Get caught likin’ the opps’ post, we put you in that same boat
I can get your cousin to backdoor you (Backdoor you)
Fuck 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
This shit so deep right now, I catch him, I kill his ass in public, nigga (Smurk, fuck my cousin, he with that opp shit)
That’s on my brother (Man, what?)
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Lil Zay Osama
[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Fuck 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 soundproof (Grrah)
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 (Uh)
He ain’t do it but still said, “Fuck ’em,” so he did that to himself (Bitch-ass nigga)
Block too hot, we can’t post up, we get to hangin’ down on 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 G’s, we catch ’em, squeeze before the keys get in the door (‘Fore the keys get in the door)
Smiley with me, he spinnin’ three times even though my boy a 4 (Spin, spin, spin)
Opps died, we don’t brag no more, we get to yellin’, “Go” (Man, what?)

[Chorus: Lil Zay Osama]
Get caught hangin’ with the opps and you gon’ get your ass smoked (Glock)
Get caught likin’ the opps’ post, we put you in that same boat
I can get your cousin to backdoor you (Backdoor you)
Fuck 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
This shit so deep right now, I catch him, I kill his ass in public, nigga
That’s on my brother (Hold on)