Evil Twins, Pt. 2
It's that Lil' Ddot nigga
Nigga, suck my dick
Every opp shot, like
Niggas know the vibe
Grrah-grrah, boom, OY
Yo Ddot, just move
I'ma up it and click at his crew
Scream, "RPT", you get put in the news
No Flockas allowed, bullets flock to them too
And y'all niggas keep dissin' OY
That's why MS and Lotti have both died
Don't run, don't trip
Like, scream, "DOA", DD, pass me the grip
Yeah, I fuck with some Makks, I fuck with some Trendy's
But the DOA niggas is deady (DOAK)
He tried to run up, got hit with my lefty
Talk on bro, nigga, It get deadly
It's Lil' Ddot, you know how I'm comin'
Catch me an opp, yeah, I'm dumpin' in public
He get shot if he yellin', "What's gunnin'?"
Spin through the opps, niggas know how we comin'
Lil' Curt got shot in his face, and Matt got spliffed for the day
Whеn I bend, you know I don't play
See me a Flocka, you know i'ma spray
Yeah, thеy think 'cause I'm young
When I see 'em, he know that I'm really gon' dump
How they talkin' on bro but they never did nothin'
Big chop, you know i'ma up it
Bando a dick, that boy got shot
Nigga stay in the T's, don't come to my block
See an opp, we gon' blast him, clap him
Try to run up, you get turned into ashes
Me and Notti like Curry and Klay
Try to run up, you get shot In ya' face
On the block, yeah, I'm totin' on Kelly
If shit gettin' heavy, get shot in ya' belly
Smokin' JB, got left by the deli
Niggas know how we really be comin'
Drop the O, you get shot in ya' muffin
Smokin' on Lotti, that boy got me bussin'
If he jack DOA, I'ma add a K
Told my 'ooter to slide, came right away
Got a .9 on my side so pray today
I'ma give 2 spin, any-day
Drop the O, put an O in ya' fuckin' face
Ddot wit' me, and you know he won't hesitate
JB tried to run but the fat nigga tripped
Smokin' on Nazzy, mix him wit' the Rip
Rah-Rah had died in the back of the whip
Please don't say, "Don't run, don't trip"
'Cause they know my bop, I ain't runnin' from shit
If I call up DD, you know he gon' blick
See an opp, he get blicked through the sweater
Notti, he wit' me, you know he won't let up
Me and bro two deep in the spot
If he try to run up, then we makin' it hot
Yo Ddot, just move
I'ma up it and click at his crew
Scream, "RPT", you get put in the news
No Flockas allowed, bullets flock to them too
And y'all niggas keep dissin' OY
That's why MS and Lotti have both died
Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom
Nigga, suck my dick
It's that Notti Osama, nigga
Niggas know how we rocking', man
Every opp shot, man
Suck my dick, nigga
Nigga, suck my dick
Every opp shot, like
Niggas know the vibe
Grrah-grrah, boom, OY
Yo Ddot, just move
I'ma up it and click at his crew
Scream, "RPT", you get put in the news
No Flockas allowed, bullets flock to them too
And y'all niggas keep dissin' OY
That's why MS and Lotti have both died
Don't run, don't trip
Like, scream, "DOA", DD, pass me the grip
Yeah, I fuck with some Makks, I fuck with some Trendy's
But the DOA niggas is deady (DOAK)
He tried to run up, got hit with my lefty
Talk on bro, nigga, It get deadly
It's Lil' Ddot, you know how I'm comin'
Catch me an opp, yeah, I'm dumpin' in public
He get shot if he yellin', "What's gunnin'?"
Spin through the opps, niggas know how we comin'
Lil' Curt got shot in his face, and Matt got spliffed for the day
Whеn I bend, you know I don't play
See me a Flocka, you know i'ma spray
Yeah, thеy think 'cause I'm young
When I see 'em, he know that I'm really gon' dump
How they talkin' on bro but they never did nothin'
Big chop, you know i'ma up it
Bando a dick, that boy got shot
Nigga stay in the T's, don't come to my block
See an opp, we gon' blast him, clap him
Try to run up, you get turned into ashes
Me and Notti like Curry and Klay
Try to run up, you get shot In ya' face
On the block, yeah, I'm totin' on Kelly
If shit gettin' heavy, get shot in ya' belly
Smokin' JB, got left by the deli
Niggas know how we really be comin'
Drop the O, you get shot in ya' muffin
Smokin' on Lotti, that boy got me bussin'
If he jack DOA, I'ma add a K
Told my 'ooter to slide, came right away
Got a .9 on my side so pray today
I'ma give 2 spin, any-day
Drop the O, put an O in ya' fuckin' face
Ddot wit' me, and you know he won't hesitate
JB tried to run but the fat nigga tripped
Smokin' on Nazzy, mix him wit' the Rip
Rah-Rah had died in the back of the whip
Please don't say, "Don't run, don't trip"
'Cause they know my bop, I ain't runnin' from shit
If I call up DD, you know he gon' blick
See an opp, he get blicked through the sweater
Notti, he wit' me, you know he won't let up
Me and bro two deep in the spot
If he try to run up, then we makin' it hot
Yo Ddot, just move
I'ma up it and click at his crew
Scream, "RPT", you get put in the news
No Flockas allowed, bullets flock to them too
And y'all niggas keep dissin' OY
That's why MS and Lotti have both died
Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom
Nigga, suck my dick
It's that Notti Osama, nigga
Niggas know how we rocking', man
Every opp shot, man
Suck my dick, nigga
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Writer(s): Darrian Jimenez
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