Obama

Beat-criminal I’m the head nigga in charge you can call me Obama, da homie gone take the charge so my nigga it ain’t no problem, We get money for sure oh yea we countin commas, And you better watch your whore in her mouf like throat lozenges, 1.What can I say everydays a money mission, team filled with major league ballas niggas in the field pitchin, yo bitch on my stick still but I told her bitch this ain’t quidditch, Word 69 for this line fk snitches get stitches, Them niggas end up in ditches, with lacerations equal a thousand stitches, One thing my and my team will never represent is bad business, sittin on a couple chickens couple pigeons, I gotta fly em out, come buy these bitches now and I’ll flyem out like they was flyin south, let me know what you talkin bout we can talk about prices and amounts, If you thinking about runnin in a nigga house, I got guns stashed in a nigga couch, 40 cal buck a nigga down then put em in the trash can like Oscar the grouch, 2.What you know about all nighters up all night like a steak out, Always on the road so no steak house we just eat take out, Got these bitches drunk af til the point they bout to make out, you can call me fat boy cuz all a nigga do is get cake now, tryna bubble make couple mil you keep the plates pal, It’s funny when you doin what you love how niggas start hate now, It’s all good with a straight smile, I’m sendin these pounds for miles across state like mfkn greyhound,