Notti Osama - EOS

★ intro: 3stripes ★
Grrah, grrah
6ix o 6ix
Like 6ix o gang
Like, do shit
Grrah

★ chorus: 3stripes ★
Bad lil' bitch, i told her to beat it
When i slide to star she got' leave him
Run down gang and i bet you i leave him
Free all the opps, can’t wait to see em
6 main, move tact', first one i see i bet he get clapped
6 main, move tact', first one i see i bet he get clapped

★ verse 1: 3 stripes ★
Jus geek, walk in the spot, jus' tweak
I ain’t playin' no more, i'm doing this shit on feet
Yo, rah why u dissing? when i catch you, 3 shots, and you a biscuit
Lil aj get smacked with the smith, run up on me you know that i’m clickin'

★ verse 2: notti osama ★
He tried to run, he gon' drop, dd my brother, he stay with a knock
If you tryna act tough, bullets wiping you snot
I call up mel, he’s gonna slide some thots
Like 300k, we don’t fuck with the flocks, on my mother everybody shot
If i catch a 9, imma make sure he drop
Smoking rippy, got put in a box

★ verse 3: sugarhill ddot, dd osama ★
(grrah)
Me and notti throw shot after shot, nazzy got shot, he got left in his block
(ahh) yeah, these niggas be talking to cops
Me and dd, too tact', we was tryna run up, you get shot in your back
Me and notti, evil twins, talk on bro, you get shot on ya hip
Like fuck that, i be moving too tact' with this knock, just watch how i click it
Big o's, i’m jackin the set, tryna run up, you get shot in your head, smoking on rah he got left in the cab, everything dead we gonna leave it like that
Me and dd too tact niggas know how we really be actin', watch it the west
Niggas know how we really be coming
Dropping the mb, and u know
Smoking on lotti, and u know i’m smoking on (nazzy, nazzy)

★ bridge: sugarhill ddot ★
Like fuck it, i’m bussin
Like hold up, i’m bussin
To the o

★ verse 3: dd osama ★
Me and ddot to deep on they block try to run up
You get shot on ya top
Everything dead
Catch a sev, put one in the head
Watch how i geek, put his ass to bed
Me and ddot to deep on the bike
Tryna catch us a 9
Ima up at my right
Ddot started he bust in the youey, flock on the bike then up on this tuley
All of them ran when they heard one shot

★ verse 4: jstar balla ★
Damn nigga notti bop, he gon' drop
Back up the beam while i aim at his top
You think it's a game, it's shoot or get shot
Walk around with no knocks, so his ass got popped
Mr hang out the window, throw one at the opps
I ★ want bill? ★, can't stop for the cops
This shit too real, shit deeper than rap
Lost my brothers, they ain't comin' back
Reason i ride with that thing on my lap
I'm tryna go spin, don't tell me relax
Spinnin' and spinnin' got him runnin laps
Two beam, red beam like laser tag
Ms, lotti, both got wacked
Don't forget rah, got left in the back
We go on a drill, i ain't tryna pass
Tryna catch me a nigga that lack
Jbop, twis. stuck in a pack
Say you gon' spin my way, that's cap
Last nigga got hit and his body fell flat

★ bridge: jstar balla ★
Grrah, grrah
Last nigga got hit and his body fell flat

★ bridge: 83 baby ★
It's that 83 baby nigga

★ verse 5: 83 baby ★
Man this shit to real
Gotta stay with a blick
Too many l's, i'm do for a win
Watch who you with, get shot with your friend
Walk up, face shot
Make sure that he hit
Too much lean, got me feelin' sick
Late night when i walk, gotta stay with a stick
You might be dumb if you lack on that strip
83 the devil, tryna hang out the whip
Niggas be cappin, don't take no risks
They cap fa the net but never bend the strip
With the beam on his head, jus' shoot if he flip
You can tell that he dead, his body did a twist
We had to go spin, bro put on a switch
First nigga move, back a nigga flip
Ain't even boom, they already dip
He got hit in his leg and he walk with a limp (he walk with a limp)