GQ - Army lyrics

[Hook] [Verse 1: Teff] Ok I run my city Obama R.I.P to Big poppa f**ing with me I'll bomb ya You could come get me; Osama ?? She licking like a peach cobbler And I'm from Barbados so my women look like Rihanna I'm a ??? with a bad b**h Tattoo with my name on her Blow me out like a match stick with no candles and no cape of her Cause I'm known to kidnap chicks with no handcuffs and no tape on her Make a woman do back flips when I put my measuring tape on her I'm in the air like Bluetooth ?? In a rental car with a loose goose Getting cous-cous'til her tooth loose You in't getting neck you a loose noose Rolling up on them fruit loops sh** be smelling like fruit juice Two middle fingers deuce deuce And I rep my city until the good Lord come for me Stacking like a money tree Causing I'm rapping like a ?? Cause we're an army, better yet we a navy, better yet we're crazy ?? [Hook] [Verse 2: Teff]