osama worst - 1090 (outro) Lyrics

Ion' like, haha
I ain't tryna f*ck on these bitches
I ain't tryna f*ck with these niggas
I'm tired of keeping me a pistol
I'm tired of all these mental issues
You wasn't nowhere in the picture
When I was telling you I miss ya'
But you tryna reap all these benefits
Bitch, I'm not tryna get into this
All you tryna do is get intimate
Bitch, you need to get some discipline
Bitch, you need to get some help
Money saggin' my jeans, I need a belt
If my money get low
Dip in them pockets like I'm Michael Phelps
If my money get low
Bitch, I back up in the kitchen
Bitch, my mama was a chemist
And my daddy was a chemist
And my uncle was a chemist
Bitch, I know how to water whip it
Try to run down gang, I clip em
All my bullets never missin'
Send shots at women and children
Bullets fly, these niggas dippin'
Guns start popping, niggas runnin'
All my niggas young and gunnin'
Want my fade? then bitch, let's run it
I'm 1090, f*ck 100
1-0-9-0
Play with it and you dying
1090, I'm grimy
1090, I'm slimin'
I got 10 guns, they hold 90
I got 10 bitches, they whinin'
Just copped 10 bricks, they cost 90
In and out of jail since 19
I been postin' bail since 19
I been doin' music since 19
I been gettin' money since I was 16
I feel like none of my niggas mess with me
I feel like none of my bitches mess with me
Mixtape done, bitch, thank you for listenin!