DD Osama - Bonnie & Clyde lyrics
DD Osama [David DeShaun Reyes] Harlem, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[DD Osama - Bonnie & Clyde lyrics]
SethGotTheWaves everything for Notti
Forever 14 (Ay, Junwaa)
Like, bitch I'm a O, so I ride with a knock
Sit back, Can't lack
Notti with me gotta tell him relax
We dump at the opps and
They haven't got back
Four deep, we totin' on straps
Rari and Bando, for them I'mma clap, like
Yeah
I said Rari and Bando, for them I'mma clap
And You know that's the blood
Call up that boy he gon'
Slide with the slugs
Mention gang then you must be tough
We could clear out ya' block
We gon' show up
But all ya' niggas know the vibe
If we see y'all face, we dump, y'all duck
Grra, Grra, Like, We Dump Y'all Duck
Had to hop on this beat, go kuu
DD go up through you
Stacking my bread they soon the be blues
Road to the riches I'll be there soon
But I'm still screaming free the demons
The ones locked down, in it for a reason
Brodie was click-clicking he was squeezin'
On bro, Next nigga he ain't seen him
Got a Glock with a beam and a switch-er
Put it at niggas who got six fi-gures
They a pussy nigga, try to act
I'mma up back out my pipe and
Aim it at his back
But it's time to cool off for a day
Trynna get to the the bread and
Just fill up a bag
Like, Yeah, Trynna fill up a bag
All these days
Take one of my niggas, sliding right away
Make a movie, so we can get paid
Trynna get out the streets
This shit ain't no safe
So the bros fo'sho' don't play
Cus this is real life, this is not a game
Told momma we good, I just made a way
On bro, just wait
That's on bro, I'mma count me a Carti
Imma be famous and throw mad parties
And I'm always stickin' with my muddy
Notti my brother, for him I go dummy
Back then I was bummy no money
Now bitches on me, they dubs, they funny
Grra, Grra
Now bitches on me, they dubs, they funny
Ayo brobro, throw four
I'mma hang out the window don't move
JJ click till he on the floor
Bro, if he ain't got chops
We show no remorse
And these niggas keep dissing my block
Like, come let's play, I got my knock
My niggas we gettin' shit hot
I put that on bro they up it and flock
Opp niggas be capping in songs
Let's talk facts I ain't
Seen y'all perform
Two, Three shots, Have a nigga leanin'
Take his bitch, have her swallow me semen
Pour me a deuce or a eight in the cup
And that bitch she acting like a slut
She know my body, Mr I keep it tucked
Should run into DD, then you outta luck
Like, bitch I'm a O, so I ride with a knock
Sit back, Can't lack
Notti with me gotta tell him relax
We dump at the opps and
They haven't got back
Four deep, we totin' on straps
Rari and Bando, for them I'mma clap, like
Yeah
I said Rari and Bando, for them I'mma clap
Like, bitch I'm a O, so I ride with a knock
Sit back, Can't lack
Notti with me gotta tell him relax
We dump at the opps and
They haven't got back
Four deep, we totin' on straps
Rari and Bando, for them I'mma clap, like
Yeah
I said Rari and Bando, for them I'mma clap
Grra, Grra grra Grra Grra
Y'all know what the fuck going on
It's that DD nigga everything 4 Notti
Grra Grra Grra
Forever 14 (Ay, Junwaa)
Like, bitch I'm a O, so I ride with a knock
Sit back, Can't lack
Notti with me gotta tell him relax
We dump at the opps and
They haven't got back
Four deep, we totin' on straps
Rari and Bando, for them I'mma clap, like
Yeah
I said Rari and Bando, for them I'mma clap
And You know that's the blood
Call up that boy he gon'
Slide with the slugs
Mention gang then you must be tough
We could clear out ya' block
We gon' show up
But all ya' niggas know the vibe
If we see y'all face, we dump, y'all duck
Grra, Grra, Like, We Dump Y'all Duck
Had to hop on this beat, go kuu
DD go up through you
Stacking my bread they soon the be blues
Road to the riches I'll be there soon
But I'm still screaming free the demons
The ones locked down, in it for a reason
Brodie was click-clicking he was squeezin'
On bro, Next nigga he ain't seen him
Got a Glock with a beam and a switch-er
Put it at niggas who got six fi-gures
They a pussy nigga, try to act
I'mma up back out my pipe and
Aim it at his back
But it's time to cool off for a day
Trynna get to the the bread and
Just fill up a bag
Like, Yeah, Trynna fill up a bag
All these days
Take one of my niggas, sliding right away
Make a movie, so we can get paid
Trynna get out the streets
This shit ain't no safe
So the bros fo'sho' don't play
Cus this is real life, this is not a game
Told momma we good, I just made a way
On bro, just wait
That's on bro, I'mma count me a Carti
Imma be famous and throw mad parties
And I'm always stickin' with my muddy
Notti my brother, for him I go dummy
Back then I was bummy no money
Now bitches on me, they dubs, they funny
Grra, Grra
Now bitches on me, they dubs, they funny
Ayo brobro, throw four
I'mma hang out the window don't move
JJ click till he on the floor
Bro, if he ain't got chops
We show no remorse
And these niggas keep dissing my block
Like, come let's play, I got my knock
My niggas we gettin' shit hot
I put that on bro they up it and flock
Opp niggas be capping in songs
Let's talk facts I ain't
Seen y'all perform
Two, Three shots, Have a nigga leanin'
Take his bitch, have her swallow me semen
Pour me a deuce or a eight in the cup
And that bitch she acting like a slut
She know my body, Mr I keep it tucked
Should run into DD, then you outta luck
Like, bitch I'm a O, so I ride with a knock
Sit back, Can't lack
Notti with me gotta tell him relax
We dump at the opps and
They haven't got back
Four deep, we totin' on straps
Rari and Bando, for them I'mma clap, like
Yeah
I said Rari and Bando, for them I'mma clap
Like, bitch I'm a O, so I ride with a knock
Sit back, Can't lack
Notti with me gotta tell him relax
We dump at the opps and
They haven't got back
Four deep, we totin' on straps
Rari and Bando, for them I'mma clap, like
Yeah
I said Rari and Bando, for them I'mma clap
Grra, Grra grra Grra Grra
Y'all know what the fuck going on
It's that DD nigga everything 4 Notti
Grra Grra Grra