Deadly (feat. DD Osama)

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



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Writer(s): Dd Osama, Notti Osama
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