BBG Steppaa, DD Osama - Catch Up, Pt. 2 lyrics
DD Osama [David DeShaun Reyes] Harlem, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[BBG Steppaa, DD Osama - Catch Up, Pt. 2 lyrics]
Gang, gang, gang-gang-gang
Like, shiesty, bitch
Suck our, suck our dicks, nigga
Like (It's Kosfinger, baby)
Real evil twins, nigga like
Man, this my last time dissin' you niggas
(On bro)
'cause most of my opps be cap (Like)
And them lil' niggas be jackin' the wacks
Caught a opp
Now the bitch don't jack what he jack (Like)
Man, these lil' niggas be faster than cats
Bro toss, throw four
Make them lil' niggas mad (Like)
We Grape Street, heard you jackin' the Hat
(Die Hat) if you lack, walk down, put
The cap in ya cap, like (Like, die Hat)
We be them shiesty lil' niggas (Like)
We tryna creep up with the pipe you, nigga
(What? Like)
One false move, bullets strike you, nigga
If you throw the wrong set
Take ya life in an instant
(What? Like, gang)
Life a bowl, fill it any minute
Oh, he lackin'? I'm grippin' my Smith &
(Legshot, like) his head in his phone
This lil' nigga trippin'
He think it's a game, grab the mop
He's slippin' cr-Creep through the backdoor
Shit was unlocked
He seen me, he wish he clutchin' his Glock
(Like)
He tried to run from some shit that was hot
But he tripped and he fell
Bullets bustin' his top (Like, gang)
Fuck what he said, man
The last thing you hear was the shots
Bro holds so the last thing
I'm worried 'bout is cops
I hop in, we skate off, we breakin' the block
And these cops ain't wait one minute to hop
Four arm up, tryna go for the box
What, you stupid? Well, bitch, we is not
(Like, gang)
We break left, lose 'em when we rock
Made it back to the hood
And we rushin' his spot
Woe passed me the wood, told me
"Roll up the opp"
Man, them boys down bad, tell 'em
"Get off the cock"
Better hop when we bendin' that block
Niggas know Shiest-block got unlimited shots
(Gang, gang-gang-gang)
Man, this my last time dissin' you niggas
'cause most of my opps be cap (Like)
And them lil' niggas be jackin' the wacks
(What?) caught a opp
Now the bitch don't jack what he jack
Man, these lil' niggas be faster than cats
(What? Like) bro toss, throw four
Make them lil' niggas mad (Like)
We Grape Street, heard you jackin' the Hat
(Die Hat, like what?)
If you lack, walk down, put
The cap in ya cap, like
(Gang, gang-gang-gang-gang)
Gang every opp shot
I'm with lil' BBG, creepin' through the back
I'ma creep through the front
We gon' flock at a Hat (Die Hat)
This is my last time dissin' y'all niggas
(On bro) i can't wait 'til I catch me a opp
(A, grrah-grrah)
Like, two-three shots gon' rip
Through his top (Grrah)
If he Notti Boppin' watch that nigga drop
This is my last time dissin' y'all niggas
(On bro)
41K, I got shots for that block (41K)
I call up BBG, creep through the back
I'ma creep through the front
We gon' flock at a Hat (Die Hat)
Okay, 'cause they talkin' hot
I'ma really have to flock it
Two deep, me and pocket rocket
Nigga move funny, on bro, I'ma knock him
Okay, let's play, when we spin
Through they side, yeah, we makin' a movie
(Movie) call up Dotty, he bringin' a Uzi
I call up two bitches, they the smoochies
Know some bitches that's fiendin' to do me
(Do me) in the spot, like big booty
I know that the opps mad, yeah, they lose me
Bitch, I hop out the V and I throw three
They want talent as me, 'bout to roll 'em
Lil' bitch, I'm the O
Ain't nobody controllin' me, like
(Like, grrah, bang) lil' bitch, I'm the O
Ain't nobody controllin' me (Bang)
Man, this my last time dissin' you niggas
(On bro)
'cause most of my opps be cap (Like)
And them lil' niggas be jackin' the wacks
Caught a opp
Now the bitch don't jack what he jack
(What? Like)
Man, these lil' niggas be faster than cats
Bro toss, throw four
Make them lil' niggas mad (Like)
We Grape Street, heard you jackin' the Hat
(Die Hat) if you lack, walk down, put
The cap in ya cap, like (Like, die Hat)