Lyrics

Every opp shot (Grah, Grah) Smokin' all dead's (Like, What) Every opp shot (Grah, Grah) (Niggas know what's going on) Osama shit nigga, smoking all dead's (Grah, Grah) It's OY or no Y Hop out we been blitzing for both sides Catch a opp, bitch I'm leaving him dizzy Throw up the Trendy, send three to his kidney Like 5th to the what? All that shit to my dick You got caught in a store You was panicking bitch Can't forget your man's got slapped with the grip Yo Kenzo your brother is dead in my spliff Yo Notti Can't forget lil' Rah got left in the whip Ay get low when we spin Don't got a gun, he get out the mix He get sent wit a grip Roscoe the 6 he will boom you, bitch Grah, Grah, Boom Grah, Grah (Boom) Like Suck my dick Ayo DD thats a opp I know you gon' geek I know your gon' flock Don't run don't trip I know Sha Gz be thinking and shit How the fuck did Lotti get tripped Oh boy, he got poked he was stomped and shit How the fuck did Lotti get tripped Oh boy, he got poked he was stomped and shit Like, hol' on I know where the opps live Ask a broke bitch I ain't never got touched Me and Notti too deep Cause we don't give a fuck The knocks is cold I tell him to up Like Notti he geeked he might do it for fun Catch a lil 300 we making him (run) Grah, Grah, Grah Catch a lil 300 we making him (run) JayRipK got put on a chain Three opps got hit one week Ty Swish, Rippy, but Rah Rah got shot in his bean I'm in love wit' the clickin', clickin', and clickin' DD and Notti just chill cause you trippin' Smoking on all dead's got me laced, Matt-Sav got shot in his face Like, Hol' on Yo 5th, get off dick Why the fuck you always sayin' the Hill? Catch TG turn him to a pill, fuck a spliff, fuck a deal Imma do it on my own and I'm clutching my steel Grah, grah Imma do it on my- And I'm clutching my- Imma do it on my own and I'm clutching my steel Kenzo B, fuck JB he got put on a tee When I spin through the 5th Imma do it to you, send you up to your brother Big chop gon' boom It's gon' shake up the room Make you chill like the moon Notti oot with the mop and I oot with the broom Yeah, you know me and my twin, make sure you in tune Yeah, you know me and my twin, make sure you in tune Bitch If I spin through the Rey, you know what's crackin' He said back on my O's I'm wildin' Tired of the dissin' and internet cappin' Grab a gun and come make some action RPTK y'all niggas be actin' Catch Tdot make him do a backflip Hol' on Catch Tdot make him do a backflip It's OY or no Y Hop out we been blitzing for both sides Catch a opp, bitch I'm leaving him dizzy Throw up the Trendy, send three to his kidney Like 5th to the what? All that shit to my dick You got caught in a store You was panicking bitch
Writer(s): Dd Osama, Notti Osama Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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