Osama - BabyTron

Osama

BabyTron

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Song Introduction

BabyTron’s “Osama” showcases his signature witty lyricism and sharp delivery, blending infectious trap beats with clever wordplay. The track delves into themes of resilience and defiance, reflecting BabyTron’s unique perspective on contemporary hip-hop. Released as part of his latest project, “Osama” has quickly resonated with fans for its energetic flow and innovative production, further solidifying BabyTron’s reputation in the rap scene.

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Lyric

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Yeah, I'm 'bout to turn this bitch up

Man, I swear to God

(Undefined)

Ayy, ayy, ayy (ShittyBoyz)

Big [?

Walk in Ocean Prime big high like, "Where the lobster at?"

I'm a flashy guy, step on these? I'ma pop his ass

Whole QP of Turtle Pie, boy, this not a half

7.62s give a dreadhead a Steve Harvey

Feel like Tim Duncan, posted up while the heat guard me

Head fucked up out the pape', I can't sleep hardly

Do a trick in the Hellcat, now the sleeve gnarly

Yeah, I'ma spend this shit, real shit, I could die tomorrow

Boy, it's crunch time right now, fuck slime tomorrow

Stan finna go OT, I got some slides to borrow

You tryna sell a lil' three-five? I'll make it five tomorrow

Snatch my chain? Man, you ain't gon' snatch this, bitch

Doing 120 off the Wock', I might crash this bitch

Flashy shit, 'Miri sag, I might flash the stick

At the phone store, probably in the back stacking bricks

If you put yo mind to it then the world is yours

Bitch, I ain't got a single manner, I don't hold no doors

Treat that bitch like she Dora, tell her go explore

Put it in the air, brother man, if it's smoke, it's war

Two sticks, I'll let 'em spark like a eagle scout

I'm the real road runner, just say that you need a route

Bitch called me "Jimmy", fuck around and brought the sleezy out

Bro subzero with that Ford, he got the freezer out

Boy, bring yo ass over here, we got the heaters out

Scam dancing with the scam fam, we brought the Visas out

I got a fetish with Dior, you took the Fila route

European kicks with the spikes, I took the FIFA route

Dawg talking out his ass, someone better tell him

Ran it up off that one shit, boy, they finna mail 'em

I got BINs, I got hunnid if I sell 'em

Bro Big Show in that kitchen, watch how quick he press 'em

Skinny jeans, small tee, I don't rock no mediums

Lil' new spaceship, you know this bitch take premium

Speaking of the opps, if I see 'em then I'm leaving 'em

Tron made a way, back then they ain't believe in him, ayy

Headhunter trick, I'm like, "Come on, you my fave, boo"

Looking in the mirror, "You the GOAT, boy, who made you?"

Finna get that bitch that lil' wig, come and get a, ayy

Bitch, I know you really freaky, come and get a taste, boo

Dee, you tripping, she threw that ass back then he started humping

UFO, skrrt-skrrt, yeah, boy, them Martians coming

I ain't lying, bitch, you see these cards, they hitting for a hunnid

Slam dunking 201s, bitch, I'm starting over Drummond

5.56 hit his house, I had his mama running

Dracs, AKs, they thought they seen Osama boming

Dre dropped the presents, hell nah, he ain't Obama cousin

Swear to God I hate beef, too bad that my choppa love it

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Too bad that my choppa love it

Hell nah, he ain't Obama cousin

They thought that Osama boming, ayy

ShittyBoyz

- It's already the end -