Credits
Produced By:Fatman Beatzz & Vito (Producer)
Written By:Lil Zay Osama, Fatman Beatzz & Vito (Producer)
Assistant Mixing Engineer:Robert Mendioro & Daniel Vargas
Recording Engineer:Travis Marsh & Prep Bijan
Label:Warner Records
Licensing:Warner Records
Fuck My Cousin Lyrics
[Intro]
Ayy, ayy
Gang shit only, nigga
(Fatman, you did this?)
You know what the fuck goin' on, man
1600 gang, nigga, you know how the fuck we rockin', nigga
Ayy, ayy
[Chorus]
Get caught hangin' with the opps and you gon get yo' ass smoked (Glock)
Get caught lackin', the opps' post, we put you in that same boat
I can get yo' 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 (My Cousin)
This so deep right now, I catch him, I kill his ass in public, nigga
That's on my brother
[Verse]
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 nine, here go your diaper, nigga (Here go your diaper, nigga)
You ain't into a gang, for rеal
You don't own your own pipe, lil' nigga (Broke-ass nigga)
With you broke ass, nigga (Fuck wrong with you?)
Wе ain't tolerate no fake opps (Ain't no fake opps)
They can't post up in they hood
They call somebody else, shit, 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 (What? What?)
Ayy, if niggas ain't die, they on the shit bag (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]
Get caught hangin' with the opps and you gon get yo' ass smoked (Glock)
Get caught lackin', the opps' post, we put you in that same boat
I can get yo' 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 (My Cousin)
This so deep right now, I catch him, I kill his ass in public, nigga
That's on my brother
[Outro]
Hold up