F**k My Cousin, Pt. II (feat. Lil Durk) - Lil Zay Osama

Big B Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Shawty, I love you, yeah Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Shawty, I love you, yeah Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Ooh, you know you got it Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Ooh, you know you nasty Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, she call me daddy Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, she knows she got it Shawty squeeze in them jeans Touch her knees, make her scream I sip lean, I sip lean Gucci sneaks, shopping sprees Shawty, she my cup of tea Please, don't give up on me Lord, got me shopping rings, so cool And I think you know What you doing to my mind and my soul I popped a lot of pills, I freak you like I will She ain't let me miss no meal My feelings in it for real For real, for real, for real, for real For real, for real, for real, for real, yeah Girl, I'm so for real, the first time was a hell of a night I'ma spoil you for whatever, have whatever you like (hahaha) I say I won't fall in love, but I was never so right I seen you fall in love with goofys, I was never yo' type I told my mom, you a make a hell of a wife I know they mad we live a hell of a life Trust issues, so confused It's me and you, fuck the rules I wanna suck your toes, baby, take off your shoes yeah) They say I'm nasty 'cause I wanna lick your ass cheek This yo' last chance, hit that handstand, make that ass dance Who yo man is? Off that Xanax, have some dry sex (yeah) Durkio! All in your hoe Durkio! All in your hoe Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Shawty, I love you, yeah Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Shawty, I love you, yeah Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Ooh, you know you got it Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Ooh, you know you nasty Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, she call me daddy Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, she knows she got it Nobody understands why we love each other the way we do But it ain't for them to understand We not out here tryna be relationship goals This real, we 'on't care about none of that internet stuff We don't care about none of that shade People seem to always shade what they wish they had We make each other happy We keeping around whatever makes us happy And why it makes us happy is our business Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Shawty, I love you, yeah Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Shawty, I love you, yeah Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Ooh, you know you got it Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Ooh, you know you nasty Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, she call me daddy Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, she knows she got it

TouchofTrent be wildin' with it The way you snatched my heart, feel like you had it before The way I kiss your lips, feel like I kissed you before Fuck you from the back, feel like I hit it before And I asked you for some anus, like you ain't did it before Before me, I don't care who was before me You lonely, now you ain't gotta be lonely My baby, challenges, you know 'em, baby I gravitated towards your love for the making Baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, our marriage Make sure you make a hundred M's off cosmetics When I decide to get you a ring I'm getting all carats And they sneak diss from fake pages, they all jealous And when I do tell you I love you it don't be small letters And you gon' cuss a nigga out tryna fuck for some Margielas I hate when you try to ignore me They tried to say that you ain't for me I had to figure it out on my own I had to take you on this journey You got my heart screamin', uh-uh-mm, mm-mm Stop movin' girl, I'm 'bout to cum I changed your life from the ghetto You got me screamin' falsetto Put you in that rose gold, take off that metal Love when you're landing, see you at arrival No label song wasn't for you, I need a title Done fuckin' these hoes everywhere, I need a bridal She don't care to be around my boys You concealed to carry my heart like a FOID I don't want no different hoes like Floyd Give you my last name, that's Banks, like Lloyd I'm holding you down You're so used to clowns Pop up unannounced Told me he a mouse Told me don't give him pounds Told me he ain't allowed Told me he ain't my crowd It was true so I'm proud Make me proud, make me proud Make me proud, make me proud, baby

Durkio told me he been on some positive shit, yeah, yeah Lately, I just wanna show up and body some shit, yeah, yeah Always been a lil' mathematician, lately, it's cash I'm gettin' Got me losin' count of these bags, I've been movin' too fast Hard times don't last, 'member when cops harassed Talkin' out my ass, boy, you ain't shit but a bitch with a badge All my life (all my life) They been tryin' to keep me down (they been tryin' to keep me down) All this time (all this time) Never thought I would make it out (never thought I'd make it out) They couldn't break me, they couldn't break me (no, no) They couldn't take me, they couldn't take me (no) All my life (all my life) They been tryin' to keep me down (they been tryin' to keep me down) I decided I had to finish, but the media called me a menace I done sat with the mayor and politicians, I'm tryna change the image You can't blame my past no more, I come from the trenches Some said I'd never be a superstar But I know I'm different (no, no, no) I'm The Voice, but the system ain't give me a choice Know some people that's still undeployed I know a felon who tryna get FOID Child support, your only support For a visit, I'm goin' through courts Went to jail, they was chainin' me up And you know that I'm famous as fuck See, how you gon' joke about stimulus? But they really had came in the clutch I know some kids wanna hurt theyself Stop tryna take drugs, I refer to myself Tryna better myself, tryna better my health, but All my life (all my life) They been tryin' to keep me down (they been tryin' to keep me down) All this time (all this time) Never thought I would make it out (never thought I'd make it out) They couldn't break me, they couldn't break me (no, no) They couldn't take me, they couldn't take me (no) All my life (all my life) They been tryin' to keep me down (they been tryin' to keep me down) Yeah, first generation, ghetto nigga Cole World, hello niggas Made it out the city with my head on straight Niggas keep shootin' up the lead out Young Jordan Peele, gotta get out But the shit that I spit out Is a cheat code like I'm facin' a RICO and how a nigga put a hit out And another one, and, and another one I got like a hundred of 'em 'Bout to lap niggas so they think They ahead of me, but I'm really in front of them Now, some of them fumblin' they bags Fuckin' up the little crumbs that they had A reminder to humble yourself, this shit could be gone in an instant Me, I'm runnin' long distance All pistons firin' I be stuck between maybe retirin' And feelin' like I'm just not hittin' my prime These days seein' rappers be dyin' Way before they even gettin' they shine I never even heard of lil' buddy 'Til somebody murdered lil' buddy Now, I'm on the phone, searchin' lil' buddy name Got 'em playin' his tunes, all day in my room Thinkin', "Damn, this shit is wicked To get they name buzzin' some niggas Just gotta go lay in a tomb" And media thirsty for clicks I got a new rule If you ain't never posted a rapper when he was alive You can't post about him after he get hit It's simple, it's the principle On any tempo, I'm invincible Don't even rap, I just vent to you I rather that than an interview Most days Fuck 'em all like I'm goin' through a ho' phase Young nigga shoot out the whip like road rage I pray all of my dawgs stay so paid And the only thing that kill 'em is old age All my life (all my life) They been tryin' to keep me down (they been tryin' to keep me down) All this time (all this time) Never thought I would make it out (never thought I'd make it out) They couldn't break me, they couldn't break me (no, no) They couldn't take me, they couldn't take me (no) All my life (all my life) They been tryin' to keep me down (they been tryin' to keep me down)

Mmm, Manny cook that shit, uh (blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd) No pad, no pen shit Blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd-blrrrd Blrrrd, blrrrd, big blrrrd No postin' on my block, ayy, you either shoppin' or servin' .357 'cross my lap, just for Mista, we purgin' We whack shit on the scene, you blessed if you made it to surgery He spoke on Geno, told my hitter, "Go get him, it's urgent" They put that battery in his back and I ain't even slide for him He send a threat from a hospital bed, be quiet, boy Big boy .45, boy, nine, ten, eleven, my slide toy Every chain white or rose, but this Gucci link my vibe choice Ayy, you been smokin'? Say some', get too close, my niggas spray some' For smokin', Geno laced him, 'fore he know it, the members faced him Boy, you were damn near wasted, watch where you drop the location Did all my lil' hoe up, I got in my lil' situation, that my lil' shit Might fuck out here, that my lil' bitch Louis frame, Louis kicks, exclusive gang, Louis V stitch Got shot so many times and lived (smurk), call him Lil 50 Cent I had a nine in two years, I miss my Glock 26 (brrah) (let's get it) Me and Von was fightin' our case together, the state had to see our face together (gang) Switches go broom-broom, fifty-thousand to stitch his face together (brrah) I don't like Qua', I like Wock', Wock' in the Peach crush because I taste it better (let's get it) Louis belt with a hoodie to hide my dreads and hold my Drac' together (on gang) Fightin' over hits, like where he go? Shit, who chased them better? (Me) Can't trust these hoes from nobody hood no more, they backdoor, play together (bitch) Me, I gotta keep a gun, I'll drop my lo' (let's get it) I gotta keep a fund, these killers 'round me (let's get it) Ain't never gon' run, if it's up, then it's stuck (let's get it), and that's on my son, nigga (bah) PPP got you feelin' yourself, that's a Cartier, that ain't no Patek, nigga (pussy) Touch 2-5 hunnid-K, on Pluto grave, I ain't no average nigga (grrah) We done been through shit inside them trenches, you can't imagine, nigga (let's get it) I'm with the same niggas, we used to hoop on crates inside them alleys, nigga (man, what?) No postin' on my block, ayy, you either shoppin' or servin' .357 'cross my lap, just for Mista, we purgin' We whack shit on the scene, you blessed if you made it to surgery He spoke on Geno, told my hitter, "Go get him, it's urgent" They put that battery in his back and I ain't even slide for him He send a threat from a hospital bed, be quiet, boy Big boy .45, boy, nine, ten, eleven, my slide toy Every chain white or rose, but this Gucci link my vibe choice

JTK) (They got Wooskii on the mix) Ayy, ayy, got so much pain in my heart Tryna find peace, every day, it get hard Lil Dre got killed, put a stain in my heart I saw his brain on the ground, I remain in a war Every day, I'm gripping on a pole when I ride Pull out when I'm walking 'cause I feel like someone behind me Cousin stole a pole, everybody gettin' grimy Don't know who to trust, even my bitch look slimy Peekin' out my window in the middle of the night Pray to Lord they don't book me or kill me for that night If you a real nigga, gotta feel me, I try I try, I try To get revenge on any nigga that hurt my family And any jam that I'm in, I was taught don't panic My soul hurt Lost too many of my niggas that ain't never coming back Lord, why they had to go first? Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh My soul hurt Felt so much pain in my heart you ain't Never felt, now my soul hurt, hurt, hey Baby mama hopin' that I die My homies wanna kill me, I been feelin' the vibe They tryna shoot up my car, can't let 'em know what I ride Can't hop out 'cause I ain't loco, I paid them to go inside Pullin' up to my shows, they uppin' phones for pictures I'm nervous in my city, I'm up here thinkin' they grippin' Fighting anxiety, sippin' the Henny for the healin' Jay Dot got shot and he died inside the buildin' I can't wait 'til all this pain is over 'Cause I got too much weight on my shoulders Granddaddy on drugs, hopin' he don't dose over Too much on my mind, I don't get time to focus, uh Too much on my mind, I don't get time to focus, uh (I lost too many dead members) My soul hurt Lost too many of my niggas that ain't never coming back Lord, why they had to go first? Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh My soul hurt Felt so much pain in my heart you Ain't never felt, now my soul hurt, hurt

Fatman productions They gon talk behind your back you gotta be cool with that You got blicks & they got sticks what you gonna do with that You got sides and they got the sides what you gonna choose with that If you ain't right in your mind you're gone lose with that If you gone war if your gone war if your gone war wherever Might as well go to war together Bullets ain't got no names on em So I'll make sure them shooters that you got got aim on em When it go down don't put the blame on them you was involved Sometimes you gotta look the other way for shit to resolve These niggas say remember me no I don't recall Niggas say they wouldn't change then seen em evolve Gotta change my number I don't know you at all You ain't talking money then that shit a prank call Niggas ask for features when they tryna take sauce Now I know what it is How you get like that Cosha how did you get like that? How did you get rich like that boy how you get a bitch like that? How you score like that and how the fuck you bust a lick like that? You just scored on him last week so you gotta get his lick back Yahhh yah I live how I'm living Cause I handle business Kill em all no witness From this point we winning Flip that shit like gymnast Work it out like fitness If you gone war if your gone war if your gone war wherever Might as well go to war together Bullets ain't got no names on em So I'll make sure them shooters that you got got aim on em When it go down don't put the blame on them you was involved Sometimes you gotta look the other way for shit to resolve These niggas say remember me no I don't recall Niggas say they wouldn't change then seen em evolve Yeah, your homie got smoke the city say I'm involved Feds knock me for a hommy I don't know none at all Yeah, how to recall I got them killers involved watch what u say in your vlog I got them killer trailing my fiska I did shit to these niggas I kill shit for my niggas And yeah they did shoot up my sprinter I got my niggas in mode We gon get em for sho Don't get caught leavin' the store Don't let no bitch steer you wrong I get caught leavin' my show them blocks don't leave me alone On alert with my brothas we gon meet up at home yeah oh If you want war we give em war we give em war We ain't on tour we on the 4 we on the 4 If you gone war if your gone war if your gone war wherever Might as well go to war together Bullets ain't got no names on em So I'll make sure them shooters that you got got aim on em When it go down don't put the blame on them you was involved Sometimes you gotta look the other way for shit to resolve These niggas say remember me no I don't recall Niggas say they wouldn't change then seen em evolve

Hahaha Fross(It's Great John beats, baby) Movie bitch For the opposition, I make movie clips Goofy bitch Nigga done got shot up for that goofy shit Loot his shit Heard of some new dealers, so we took his shit Huh, look Movie bitch For the opposition, I make movie clips (yeah) Goofy bitch Nigga done got shot up for that goofy shit (Grrt, baow) Loot his shit Heard of some new dealers, so we took his shit Suckin' dick It's the only way she know how to use her lips Bag life If she actin' up, she get that act right (huh) Fast cars Should be keepin' up with my fast life (skrrt) Gang shit Bullets hit 'em up, that Liu Kang shit (yeah) Range bitch Let that nigga run, know my aim lit Uh, uh, know we killin' shit Uh, uh, know we drillin' shit Uh, uh, brodie split his shit Uh, uh, brodie peel his shit (ayy, ayy) Uh, uh, know we killin' shit (Fo'nem, fo'nem droppin' shit, nigga) Uh, uh, know we drillin' shit (ayy, ayy) Uh, uh, brodie split his shit (gang) Uh, uh, brodie peel his shit (gang, gang, gang, ayy) Where I'm from these shorties catch a murder, 'fore they get a bag Here we post the opps, lil' fo'nem call me, I say, "Kill his ass" Then he get caught with a opp, smoke him, Shouldn't've been with his ass Catch a nigga lost for drillin' with it, or without a mask Spin a opp shit back to back Switches, fifties, catchin' tracks I got Will, ain't gettin' him back Fo'nem took your pole, nigga, you ain't gettin' it back I can't wife a ho, she doin' gang and 'em Lil' deuce up the score, bitch that's for gangnem We don't do no drive-bys, hop out, switchy on me, change 'em R.I.P. Jmoney, nigga, I can't fuck the same 'nem Treat all of my opps like goofies, I just fucked his main bitch And all of my opps some goofies (Fuck you and your gang bitch) Yeah, you tweakin' bro Brodie he go dummy, he go stupid for no reason, ho Bitches, yeah, they love me like I'm cupid, they some freaky hoes We don't do no fightin', we be shootin', we deletin' Blow that trigger when I'm squeezin' All these bullets stop that breathin' though (up it) We don't keep the score (uh, uh) We just keep on scorin' 'til there ain't no more (bitch) White chalk on the floor I thought I seen 'em move, so I just shot some more (bitch) Ruger clips Talkin' out your mouth, you know we boomin' shit (yeah) Who is this? He ain't from my sides, yeah, we poof his shit (yeah, yeah) Shootin' shit All my niggas up it like we hoopin', bitch (ha) You ain't tryna fuck? Move bitch, like I'm Ludacris Triflin', and you know I fucked that bitch and now you wifin' it That's the same pussy you be lickin', and I'm pipin' it Fuckin' hoes We be fuck buddies, never wifin' it And if I did, best believe she strapped like she dykin' it Uh, uh, know we killin' shit Uh, uh, know we drillin' shit Uh, uh, Brodie split his shit Uh, uh, Brodie peel his shit Uh, uh, know we killin' shit Uh, uh, know we drillin' shit Uh, uh, Brodie split his shit Uh, uh, Brodie peel his shit