DD Osama, SugarHill Ddot - 40s N 9s lyrics
DD Osama [David DeShaun Reyes] Harlem, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[DD Osama, SugarHill Ddot - 40s N 9s lyrics]
(Yo Tj, what you cooking up?)
(Graah, gang gang gang)
(Like, y’all know what’s going on man)
(Oy or no Y) (Graah Grah)
(Graah Grah)
You my baby, for you ima end em
40s n 9s I bet we gon stretch em
Good hair, good body, good face
The way B look just makes my day
Let’s get shorty, she made a parade
All eyes on her but she on the way
(Glah glah glah)
All eyes on her but she on the way
Yo Notti, throw throw throw
We catch a YG then we gotta blow
Told me I'ma take that throne
Fuck Kay Flock, he ain’t coming home
If he do then we taking his life
Word to my O ima up that pipe
SevsideK, I’m smoking on rite
Tell them niggas get back
I know they ain’t hype
Yo E with the dot creep, creep
Tryna put a flocka right to sleep
Everything dead if he yell DOA (DOAK)
Watch him run, Ima pick up the pace
Ima get so close ima take off his face
Grah Grah, like
Ima get so close ima take off his face grah
Hop in the V go kuu
Call up JJ he throw em like two
Free Movelook and free AT, when they hungry
I know they gon’ geek
Now i’m just smoking all dead’s
If you want red then come to my side
And i’m just dropping YG and Sevside
Cus’ they talk on they guys
Now let’s talk on the facts
CHI I dead and he stuck in a pack
Smoking on Rippy got shots to his back
And we up on the score and we smoke Matt Sav
2WooK ya know that they mad
Fuck that, ima youngin, i’m toting this grip
If he try to run up ima blick
(DD with me, he toting a grip)
And you know this shit no joke
Try to run up and you know ima throw
Can’t go out bad like (Shhh)
Nigga got hit, how the fuck he survive
Smoking (Shhh) that boy in the sky
DD with me and you know he won’t let up
Catch a opp, shoot him through the sweater
I can’t wait till’ I catch me a gunna
Spin through the 8, they be ducking for cover
Ask how much times they ain’t
See me this summer been through the Tune we
Been through the Nick
Can't forget lil shhh got hit
Smoking on Matt, this shit got a kick
Everything dead yea im upping this blick
Glah, Glah
Everything dead yea im upping this blick
You my baby, for you ima end em
40s n 9s I bet we gon stretch em
Good hair, good body, good face
The way B look just makes my day
Let’s get shorty, she made a parade
All eyes on her but she on the way
(Glah glah glah)
All eyes on her but she on the way
(Suck my dick nigga, It’s that DD nigga)
(Oy or no Y, Glah glah)
(It’s that Lil Ddot nigga man
Everything dead)
(Graah, gang gang gang)
(Like, y’all know what’s going on man)
(Oy or no Y) (Graah Grah)
(Graah Grah)
You my baby, for you ima end em
40s n 9s I bet we gon stretch em
Good hair, good body, good face
The way B look just makes my day
Let’s get shorty, she made a parade
All eyes on her but she on the way
(Glah glah glah)
All eyes on her but she on the way
Yo Notti, throw throw throw
We catch a YG then we gotta blow
Told me I'ma take that throne
Fuck Kay Flock, he ain’t coming home
If he do then we taking his life
Word to my O ima up that pipe
SevsideK, I’m smoking on rite
Tell them niggas get back
I know they ain’t hype
Yo E with the dot creep, creep
Tryna put a flocka right to sleep
Everything dead if he yell DOA (DOAK)
Watch him run, Ima pick up the pace
Ima get so close ima take off his face
Grah Grah, like
Ima get so close ima take off his face grah
Hop in the V go kuu
Call up JJ he throw em like two
Free Movelook and free AT, when they hungry
I know they gon’ geek
Now i’m just smoking all dead’s
If you want red then come to my side
And i’m just dropping YG and Sevside
Cus’ they talk on they guys
Now let’s talk on the facts
CHI I dead and he stuck in a pack
Smoking on Rippy got shots to his back
And we up on the score and we smoke Matt Sav
2WooK ya know that they mad
Fuck that, ima youngin, i’m toting this grip
If he try to run up ima blick
(DD with me, he toting a grip)
And you know this shit no joke
Try to run up and you know ima throw
Can’t go out bad like (Shhh)
Nigga got hit, how the fuck he survive
Smoking (Shhh) that boy in the sky
DD with me and you know he won’t let up
Catch a opp, shoot him through the sweater
I can’t wait till’ I catch me a gunna
Spin through the 8, they be ducking for cover
Ask how much times they ain’t
See me this summer been through the Tune we
Been through the Nick
Can't forget lil shhh got hit
Smoking on Matt, this shit got a kick
Everything dead yea im upping this blick
Glah, Glah
Everything dead yea im upping this blick
You my baby, for you ima end em
40s n 9s I bet we gon stretch em
Good hair, good body, good face
The way B look just makes my day
Let’s get shorty, she made a parade
All eyes on her but she on the way
(Glah glah glah)
All eyes on her but she on the way
(Suck my dick nigga, It’s that DD nigga)
(Oy or no Y, Glah glah)
(It’s that Lil Ddot nigga man
Everything dead)