Notti Osama - FUCK ALL OPPS

★ intro ★
(you know what im sayin
Biggest hottest nigga youngest hottest nigga we out here, wassup?)

★ verse 1: Notti Osama ★
OYOGZ don’t add a k if you add a k get shot in ya face
Set da trend a bitch get off our dick
If you spinnin da hill JB ina ditch
I smoke Jayrip, D&D, DDK to CMV, I tell ddot get them bucks
We gon blow like TNT
Catch C BLU his life is really mine
Y’all mad Jayrip Ina sky
Nas ebk he a whole dick ride-

★ verse 2: DD Osama ★
Don’t forget about lil rah rah in dat cab
On bro that shit made a slap
Ayy lil notti gang throwin shots at the gas
Spin back play this all back-

★ verse 3: Jayklickin ★
On my feet,ima creep tryna catch me a toll, put him right to sleep
Who dat?, let me see, ima flock at they head, if he throw up the 3
Like how many dеad in my spliff for lil niggas that throw up the GZ
And im droppin a foul, tryna click at the mac, and its fuck fat boy, b*tch im smokin JB
Im smokin jb lil scotty,so im burn,im bent thru thе sav gon shoot up they church
F*ck 8 o,i got at da work,when i cash lil lucky, put him on his shirt
Told my brothers ill stand up forever
Say tech, cuz they rap the best of the worse
N we mixin 13 with the nazi, they light up the best, and they shoot just like a fire work
So you better perform, nigga fuck these bills got me question rollin up his moms
Im a house on the product the sun ,know a couple of opps who ran a marathon
Lets get back to the real shit, nigga late got caught turnin through his laundry, now we back to the real shit and i bet KRG gon get put in the molly –

★ verse 4: DD Osama ★
See a gunna im dumpin’ the clip
Sha Gz you a bitch stop runnin ya lips, talk on notti you eatin his clip
Nigga yus you a bummy, you still rock fake drip
Cash app still broke a bummy, ya’ll wore the same clothes, don’t f*ck with the bunnies
Told lil bro name me a track
Ima spin thru the eight yeah, that shit gon get ugly
And im smokin on so many deads like how the fuck im not dead
C-HII, Naz, Jayrip, Rey Rey, like
That the deads that we faced
If i catch me a drill rapper we do him dirty
Yeah, he from da rey i ain’t got no worries,
If you smokin my brother make sure that they buried
( like, grahh-grahh-grahh )
Can’t believe they talk on the O,& lost so much bros for droppin the O
Like
MS, Leroy, Gotti, dead, all my niggas keep one in the head
I can’t go out like ramon, nigga died in the V
Sixteen he dead on my spleen
Nigga talkin on notti lost half of their team
Even his dad outside gettin beat-

★ : DD Osama & Blockwork ★
We gon spin thru the sev, with like two or three chops
Flock at a flocka, his body gon drop
And we go to the rey tryna find C BLU
Catch melly im lettin it boom
Boom back at the Kelly he movin funny get shot in your belly
( gang- gang )
I can’t wait till i catch me a gunna
Two or three shots go right thru they ribs
How you let niggas fuck your bitch
(Reyweyk all that shit to my dick,)
You say you a steppa you won’t do the step
Come to the hill we gon see who’s next
Die 5’s die 4’s die 2’s, i see a opp ima up it and boom (bitch)
5th to the sev they both gon die
Flock & the flock got sent to the sky
(like lay-)