Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Croozy
Performer
DD Osama
Performer
Dee Play4Keeps
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Reyes
Composer
Frangag Hariwini
Composer
A. Lau
Composer
Sharon Agathinus
Composer
Bryson Potts
Composer
Elias Cash Reitzfeld
Composer
Dharan Basavaraj
Composer
J. Malphurs
Composer
Donovan Winters
Composer
Tarrez Antonio Scott
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Adrian Lau
Producer
ELIWTF
Producer
Chrissaves
Producer
Lyrics
Rrah, rrah (ah!)
Every opp shot (rrah)
Grrah, grrah (rrah), grrah-grrah-grrah
Get that nigga (OY) (ayo, I rule this)
It's that Dee Play4Keeps, nigga Os up, never Gz, you heard? (Ayo, Eli, what the fuck?)
(Y'all niggas know what the fuck goin' on, man, it's that DD, nigga?) (Osama shit)
Now look, uh-huh (all they doin'), get that nigga (all they doin') (OY, OY, OY), grrah, bang
Os, let's do it (hol' on), yeah (grrah)
Grrah, Os, let's do it
(Os, let's do it) Os, let's-, now hol' on, uh-huh, ah!
They like, "Sha Gz, you on what?" (grrah)
Like your man's ain't get shot in the butt (grrah, grrah)
Keep talkin' on Notti, can't wait 'til I see you (oh, whoa)
I'ma have your stomach lookin' see-through
Woo, rah-rah (Lotti), one got poked and the other got shot in his māthā (māthā)
Like, these niggas is dirty and bummy
Catch me a bunny, we gon' make him hop
Oh (oh), let's do it like Waka (like Waka), cook a nigga like it's pasta (grrah, grrah)
Heard it's two through the eight, they get flocked
They totin' on guns, don't spin no blocks (boom)
She let me put it right on her titty (ah, right in her)
We the face of Harlem, Os up, never Gz, we runnin' the city
Talk on Notti, know Lefty ran Ricky (Ricky), dickhead
And I'm ReywayK (oh, whoa), catch a Crip, you know I'ma spray (grrah)
C Blu, a kid, shot himself with the blick (grrah)
I know Rippy ran Rick and he died (died)
Opp thot, she wastin' my time (grrah)
Smokin' Nazzy, got sent to the sky (Nazzy)
But C-HII really get me lit, C-HII really get me high (C-HII)
Yeah, like, Os, let's do it (uh-huh)
Hop out, we gon' shoot 'em (gon' shoot 'em)
Run down, gang gon' boom 'em
Yeah, like (get that), Os, let's do it
Os, let's do, Os, let's do
Os, let's do (grrah-grrah)
I feel lil' DD (ah), I love him a lot
Try to run up, I flock through the 'Cleezy (I flock through the 'Cleezy)
Opp thot, she movin' too kinky (movin' too kinky), hit once, the pussy was stinky
Let's do it, let's do it
Step in the party, everybody geek to our music
And for Honcho and Notti and Country, we do this (we do this)
We the Os, like, how is we losin'?
Too tact', make that nigga back up (on bro)
Throw a shot if he yellin' out, "Hat's up"
Spin through the Nick, he get hit with the Mack truck (LVK)
Okay, let's see what he on, he was talkin' on bro, now he in a song
Heard it's bigger than that
Nigga run up, then I'm flickin' his hat
Lil' thottie a fan, she was jackin' the opps so that bitch got slapped
No, I can't go out like Matt, I stay with my gat
Rah-Rah, Lotti, Lani, Frost, packed (ah)
Any opp that I saw, I was quick to react
Lil' Mo Kartii didn't get back, so y'all need to stop all the cap
Off the liquor, she throwin' it back
Ayo, Eli, what the fuck? (The fuck?) Like, how many niggas got put in a blunt?
We smoke Lotti, that nigga Runtz (that nigga Runtz)
She say I'm cocky, she gotta front
Opp thot tryna line me, she gon' die with me and my gun
Let off two, why they run?
Everything for Notti, this shit not for fun, like-
Yeah (yeah), Os, let's do it
Hop out, we gon' shoot 'em (gon' shoot 'em)
Run down, gang gon' boom 'em
Yeah, like, Os, let's do it
Os, let's, like, Os, let's do it (grrah-grrah)
Yeah, (yeah), Os, let's do it (uh-huh)
Hop out, we gon' shoot 'em (gon' shoot 'em)
Run down, gang gon' boom 'em, like-
Yeah, like (grrah), Os, let's do it
Os, let's do, like-, like-
(Os, let's do it) Os, let's do, like-(grrah-grrah)
Like, get that, grrah, get that nigga
Yo, DD, get that nigga (OY, OY) (grrah)
Os up, never Gz, you heard? (grrah)
Lil' thottie, she keepin' my music
Writer(s): Juaquin Malphurs, Donovan Winters, Bryson Lashun Potts, Adrian Lau, David Reyes, Dharan Basavaraj, Tarrez Scott, Elias Cash Reitzfeld, Donnell Alexander
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