DD Osama, Lil Durk, Dudeylo, Sha EK - Carol Of The Bells lyrics
DD Osama [David DeShaun Reyes] Harlem, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
Lil Durk [Durk Derrick Banks] Smurk [Chicago, Illinois, U.S.] 🇺🇸
[DD Osama, Lil Durk, Dudeylo, Sha EK - Carol Of The Bells lyrics]
Bitches lyin' on my name, I ain't hit her yet
(Freak bih) i sit back, fuck some bitches
Put VRoy name on my fitted cap
And y'all just got up on Booka music (What?)
I ain't gon' say too much on the internet
But shorty know he been a threat
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob) hmm, hmm, uh
Turkey talk, huh, uh uh
Niggas mumble under their tongue
(Uh, uh) , tell that nigga to talk up
(Uh uh uh)
He gon' spark, you say my name too crazy
He do walk ups (Uh uh uh)
And my PO on my ass, don't call my phone
Do pop ups (Man, what?, Uh uh uh)
I bring my gun when I go to court
I don't even trust my lawyer (Uh uh uh)
I brought a pint for my lil' brother
I gotta check for shortage (Uh uh uh)
RPs and Roxys give me head
I pop one every mornin' (Uh uh uh)
Got fifty thousand on my grill
It look like George Foreman (Uh, uh)
Back that up
I'ma slide through BK wit' a all black truck
41, shut it down, 'causе we smokin' on Lay
That nigga ina pound
Why the fuck is y'all takin' Move dancе
41, y'all niggas is fans
I'm wit' Dudey and Sha
I bet they let it blam
He try to run I bet I'll make 'em dance
Grah, ayo Ddot, who that?
Put the dot on his friend
If we miss then we spinnin' again
Too deep on the bend tryna catch us a M, grah
And I'm smokin' that dumb nigga mother
Nigga mad she six feet under
Bend through the 4 have 'em duckin' for cover
If we can't find him we killin' his brother
Word to bro, I'mma flick
They don't gotta ask
No ski, do a drill in my covid mask
Threw shots at the opps
They ain't throw 'em back
Lotti, BG, we rollin' that
Lost bro that shit turned me a demon
Some nights I be sittin' and thinkin'
Late nights I be sippin' and drinkin'
He catch a shot, hollow got that boy singin'
Life hard yeah that shit is a job
Gotta stay true 'till you find you a passion
I'm out on bail
I got caught with the ratchet
My fam need me, got faith in his rappin'
Brodie got signed, he bought him a wallet
Fuck Molly, that nigga a cop
Hop out, I'mma clip 'till he dropped
They know my name, Mr shot after Shot
Gang Gang Gang
It's a whole lotta opps I could smoke
But I'd rather just smoke on Delilah
Like, it's a new opp in the air (yeah)
Like, Leeky, just pass me the lighter
(Lighter)
Bitch, you gon' hold on the pistol? (Facts)
My Lil' brother he totin' the missile
(Grrt, rrah)
You a thotty, lil' bitch I can't kiss you
(Uh, huh) you a thotty- Gang, gang, gang
Smokin' Dummy, got me feelin' different
(yeah)
You my brother but you out here switchin'
(What?)
Now when I see you, lil' nigga I'm clickin'
(Boom, boom) with the 'rips
So they think that I'm crippin'
You not a shooter, on drills you be missin'
Throw up Gz, let's agree that I'm clickin'
(Grrt, uh huh)
Throw up Gz and I'm- gang, gang, gang
(Uh, huh)
I'm too oppy, gotta keep a chop
Big die Woo, they can't come to my block
Ayo, Setty, why you on dick?
Spin through the Sev, we gon' do you like Rip
(Baow baow baow)
Fuck them niggas that switched, down bad
Stay with the Rips
I don't fuck with the Makks
Spin through Jet, when we smokin' the Hat
If he jackin' that nigga I'm cuttin' his tat
They be mad I be jackin' OY
I got love for them niggas, for them
I'ma slide
When we hop out, niggas better hide
New opp died, now we screamin', "C-HI I "
(C-HI I) i'm smacked, I'm deady
Setty, go and get back for your bestie
(Bestie)
I'm the face of this shit, don't test me
(Test me)
PJ be buggin', shootin' out the renty (Renty)
Cops on our dick, so we gotta get low
Bitch, I'm famous
I rather get caught with my pole
Like, you never know
If the opps try to run up, I'ma have to throw
They be scared to book me for a show
Every function, I come with the Os
Live by the gun, you gon' die by that shit
Smokin' on Lilah, I'm high off that bitch
I'm from The Bronx, I'm from the X
Everybody keep saying I'm next
On the stage, we was droppin' they set
Big die Y, let's go spin through they 'jects
All them opp niggas dyin'
There's nobody left
They keep talkin', I'm slidin' to Yonkers
300 shots, 'cause I'm 300K
We tryna go shoot a Jet in his face (Grrah)
Oh, they linked up? I'm like, "Fuck it"
That's the reason we smokin' on Blay
Them niggas pussy, they don't wanna play
We done spun through they
Block, screamin', "Benji, " and "Lay"
And you know we don't fuck wit' the Rey
Mali was just suckin' dick in the cage
Like, what? Koo came home, now it's lit
We was the main niggas doin' them hit's
(Capxn)
(Freak bih) i sit back, fuck some bitches
Put VRoy name on my fitted cap
And y'all just got up on Booka music (What?)
I ain't gon' say too much on the internet
But shorty know he been a threat
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob) hmm, hmm, uh
Turkey talk, huh, uh uh
Niggas mumble under their tongue
(Uh, uh) , tell that nigga to talk up
(Uh uh uh)
He gon' spark, you say my name too crazy
He do walk ups (Uh uh uh)
And my PO on my ass, don't call my phone
Do pop ups (Man, what?, Uh uh uh)
I bring my gun when I go to court
I don't even trust my lawyer (Uh uh uh)
I brought a pint for my lil' brother
I gotta check for shortage (Uh uh uh)
RPs and Roxys give me head
I pop one every mornin' (Uh uh uh)
Got fifty thousand on my grill
It look like George Foreman (Uh, uh)
Back that up
I'ma slide through BK wit' a all black truck
41, shut it down, 'causе we smokin' on Lay
That nigga ina pound
Why the fuck is y'all takin' Move dancе
41, y'all niggas is fans
I'm wit' Dudey and Sha
I bet they let it blam
He try to run I bet I'll make 'em dance
Grah, ayo Ddot, who that?
Put the dot on his friend
If we miss then we spinnin' again
Too deep on the bend tryna catch us a M, grah
And I'm smokin' that dumb nigga mother
Nigga mad she six feet under
Bend through the 4 have 'em duckin' for cover
If we can't find him we killin' his brother
Word to bro, I'mma flick
They don't gotta ask
No ski, do a drill in my covid mask
Threw shots at the opps
They ain't throw 'em back
Lotti, BG, we rollin' that
Lost bro that shit turned me a demon
Some nights I be sittin' and thinkin'
Late nights I be sippin' and drinkin'
He catch a shot, hollow got that boy singin'
Life hard yeah that shit is a job
Gotta stay true 'till you find you a passion
I'm out on bail
I got caught with the ratchet
My fam need me, got faith in his rappin'
Brodie got signed, he bought him a wallet
Fuck Molly, that nigga a cop
Hop out, I'mma clip 'till he dropped
They know my name, Mr shot after Shot
Gang Gang Gang
It's a whole lotta opps I could smoke
But I'd rather just smoke on Delilah
Like, it's a new opp in the air (yeah)
Like, Leeky, just pass me the lighter
(Lighter)
Bitch, you gon' hold on the pistol? (Facts)
My Lil' brother he totin' the missile
(Grrt, rrah)
You a thotty, lil' bitch I can't kiss you
(Uh, huh) you a thotty- Gang, gang, gang
Smokin' Dummy, got me feelin' different
(yeah)
You my brother but you out here switchin'
(What?)
Now when I see you, lil' nigga I'm clickin'
(Boom, boom) with the 'rips
So they think that I'm crippin'
You not a shooter, on drills you be missin'
Throw up Gz, let's agree that I'm clickin'
(Grrt, uh huh)
Throw up Gz and I'm- gang, gang, gang
(Uh, huh)
I'm too oppy, gotta keep a chop
Big die Woo, they can't come to my block
Ayo, Setty, why you on dick?
Spin through the Sev, we gon' do you like Rip
(Baow baow baow)
Fuck them niggas that switched, down bad
Stay with the Rips
I don't fuck with the Makks
Spin through Jet, when we smokin' the Hat
If he jackin' that nigga I'm cuttin' his tat
They be mad I be jackin' OY
I got love for them niggas, for them
I'ma slide
When we hop out, niggas better hide
New opp died, now we screamin', "C-HI I "
(C-HI I) i'm smacked, I'm deady
Setty, go and get back for your bestie
(Bestie)
I'm the face of this shit, don't test me
(Test me)
PJ be buggin', shootin' out the renty (Renty)
Cops on our dick, so we gotta get low
Bitch, I'm famous
I rather get caught with my pole
Like, you never know
If the opps try to run up, I'ma have to throw
They be scared to book me for a show
Every function, I come with the Os
Live by the gun, you gon' die by that shit
Smokin' on Lilah, I'm high off that bitch
I'm from The Bronx, I'm from the X
Everybody keep saying I'm next
On the stage, we was droppin' they set
Big die Y, let's go spin through they 'jects
All them opp niggas dyin'
There's nobody left
They keep talkin', I'm slidin' to Yonkers
300 shots, 'cause I'm 300K
We tryna go shoot a Jet in his face (Grrah)
Oh, they linked up? I'm like, "Fuck it"
That's the reason we smokin' on Blay
Them niggas pussy, they don't wanna play
We done spun through they
Block, screamin', "Benji, " and "Lay"
And you know we don't fuck wit' the Rey
Mali was just suckin' dick in the cage
Like, what? Koo came home, now it's lit
We was the main niggas doin' them hit's
(Capxn)