DD Osama - Bonnie N Clyde lyrics
DD Osama [David DeShaun Reyes] Harlem, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[DD Osama - Bonnie N Clyde lyrics]
SethGotTheWaves everything for Notti
Forever 14 ayy, Junwaa
Like, bitch, I'm a O, so I ride wit' a knock
Sit back, can't lack
Notti wit' 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'ma clap, like
Yeah
I said Rari and Bando, for them I'ma clap
And brodie, 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
Grrah, grrah, like, we dump, y'all duck
Had to hop on this beat, go kuu
They said, "DD, go up, do you"
Stackin' my bread, they soon to be blues
Road to the riches, I'll be there soon
But I'm still screamin', "Free the demons"
The ones locked down, in it for a reason
Brodie was click-clicking he was squeezin'
On bro, next nigga ain't see him
Got a Glock wit' a beam and a switcher
Point it at niggas who got six figures
Dare a pussy nigga try to act
I'ma up back out my pipe then
Aim it at his back
But it's time to cool off wit' that
Tryna get to the the bread and
Just fill up a bag
Like, yeah, tryna fill up a bag
All these days
Take one of my niggas, slidin' right away
Make a movie so we can get paid
Tryna get out the streets
This shit ain't no safe
So the bros throw shells, don't play
'Cause 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 me, I'ma cop me a Carti'
I'ma 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
Grrah, grrah
Now bitches on me, they dubs, they funny
Ayo Bopo, throw four
I'ma hang out the window, throw more
JJ click til' he on the floor
Boy, if he ain't got chop, we show no remorse
And these niggas keep dissin' 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 cappin' 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 my semen
Pour me a deuce or a eight in a cup
And that bitch, she actin' like a slut
She know my bod', Mr iKeep-It Tucked
She said, "Run into DD, then you outta luck"
Like, bitch, I'm a O, so I ride wit' a knock
Sit back, can't lack
Notti wit' 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'ma clap, like
Yeah
I said Rari and Bando, for them I'ma clap
Like, bitch, I'm a O, so I ride wit' a knock
Sit back, can't lack
Notti wit' 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'ma clap, like
Yeah
I said Rari and Bando, for them I'ma clap
Grrah, grrah grrah-grrah-rrah
Y'all know what the fuck goin' on
It's that DD nigga everything 4 Notti
Grrah-grrah-grrah
Forever 14 ayy, Junwaa
Like, bitch, I'm a O, so I ride wit' a knock
Sit back, can't lack
Notti wit' 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'ma clap, like
Yeah
I said Rari and Bando, for them I'ma clap
And brodie, 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
Grrah, grrah, like, we dump, y'all duck
Had to hop on this beat, go kuu
They said, "DD, go up, do you"
Stackin' my bread, they soon to be blues
Road to the riches, I'll be there soon
But I'm still screamin', "Free the demons"
The ones locked down, in it for a reason
Brodie was click-clicking he was squeezin'
On bro, next nigga ain't see him
Got a Glock wit' a beam and a switcher
Point it at niggas who got six figures
Dare a pussy nigga try to act
I'ma up back out my pipe then
Aim it at his back
But it's time to cool off wit' that
Tryna get to the the bread and
Just fill up a bag
Like, yeah, tryna fill up a bag
All these days
Take one of my niggas, slidin' right away
Make a movie so we can get paid
Tryna get out the streets
This shit ain't no safe
So the bros throw shells, don't play
'Cause 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 me, I'ma cop me a Carti'
I'ma 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
Grrah, grrah
Now bitches on me, they dubs, they funny
Ayo Bopo, throw four
I'ma hang out the window, throw more
JJ click til' he on the floor
Boy, if he ain't got chop, we show no remorse
And these niggas keep dissin' 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 cappin' 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 my semen
Pour me a deuce or a eight in a cup
And that bitch, she actin' like a slut
She know my bod', Mr iKeep-It Tucked
She said, "Run into DD, then you outta luck"
Like, bitch, I'm a O, so I ride wit' a knock
Sit back, can't lack
Notti wit' 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'ma clap, like
Yeah
I said Rari and Bando, for them I'ma clap
Like, bitch, I'm a O, so I ride wit' a knock
Sit back, can't lack
Notti wit' 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'ma clap, like
Yeah
I said Rari and Bando, for them I'ma clap
Grrah, grrah grrah-grrah-rrah
Y'all know what the fuck goin' on
It's that DD nigga everything 4 Notti
Grrah-grrah-grrah