DD Osama - I'm Back lyrics

Frraow, frraow, frraow
Baow, baow, baow
(Elvis)
Baow, baow, ah, ah, ah, nigga
(Ayo, Eli, what the fuck?)
You know what the fuck goin' on, nigga
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Smokin' a lot of dead niggas (On bro)
How the fuck you're dead, nigga? (How the fuck y'all niggas dead?)
Nigga, fuck your dead mother (Nigga, fuck your dead mother)
Fuck? (Baow) Fuck wrong with that, nigga? (Baow, baow)
I'ma smoke his dead mother (I'm on my bullshit)
Ah, ah, ah, ah-ah

Oh, he thought he was safe? Like (Oh, he thought he was safe?)
'Til we got up on him (On bro)
Big B gon' hop out and toss him (Baow)
And Adot gon' flock him, no need for the talkin', like (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
Boogieman pop out, no hoodie (No hoodie)
Bet my torch'll toast him (Baow, ayy)
I don't even know why is he runnin'


Nigga, he gon' get him, nigga, he gon' off him (Baow, baow, baow)

Now it's back to the block, smoke dead opps
Know an opp who got killed by a leg shot (Leg shot)
Niggas be chattin', but don't nеver do shit (Never do)
You see mе with my G, I'ma use it, like (Baow, baow)
Nigga, I go ruthless
Money on his head, make 'em wanna do it (Do it)
Bitch, I got them to do it, niggas really shoot shit
But play with your life, you gon' lose it (On bro)
Red beam on the Glock, switchy in the back
Shit shoot automatic, it shoot like a TEC, like
We the ones makin' the mess
But we shootin' that bitch, niggas stuck in they head, like
We tryna get him stretched
'Cause if we see that nigga, fill him up with lead, like (Baow, baow, baow)
No, you can't aim for the leg
Nigga, do him the worst, hit him in the head
Nigga, 'bout to make shit tragic
Lotti had died from that hit at his back, shit (Lotti)
Niggas tellin' me chill, I ain't havin' it
'Cause they mentionin' bro like he wasn't the backend
Ten bands and I promise it's happenin' (On bro)
You can't chill over here, you ain't doin' the clappin' (Baow, baow, baow)
Like, bro went on a hit with a MAC
And he caught a hit and he almost a clapper
Like, I got dead niggas in this blunt
Give a fuck what they say, they ain't tellin' me nothin' (They ain't tellin' me nothin')
You can try to slide if you want
Bet we be the ones to turn y'all into Runtz
Nigga say my name in his tracks, like bet
Like, I'm 'bout to tell him again (Against)
Go get me his glass one, I'ma give you ten
Fuck it, I'ma add an extra ten (On bro)
'Cause he mentioned my bro tryna get some clout
Now I'm openin' his māthā
I just want them to push up, I'ma make him suffer (On bro)
Think me and my gun won't touch you? (Won't what?)
You think these French tips won't rush you? (Won't what?)
Me and my dolie, nigga, I'll clap, like (Baow, baow, baow)
But whole time, I don't have to (I don't have to)
Hit on your head, I can say that it's bad for you (On bro)

Oh, he thought he was safe? Like
'Til we got up on him ('Til we got up)
Big B gon' hop out and toss him (Baow)
And Adot gon' flock him, no need for the talkin', like (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
Boogieman pop out, no hoodie (No hoodie)
Bet my torch'll toast him
I don't even know why is he runnin' (Ayy, nigga, why he runnin'?)
Nigga, he gon' get him, nigga, he gon' off him (Nigga, he gon' off)

Niggas on my dick, I'm 'bout to make it lit (Make it lit)
Light that, I can say he a spliff (Ayy, ayy)
Why they actin' like we ain't the ones takin' trips?
Lot of niggas that died, can say they a bitch (On bro)
Big opp thought he'd blick
Face shot, should've been in a ditch (On bro)
I don't know why niggas diss
Like we ain't the ones really takin' trips (On bro, nigga)

Niggas thought I was done, nigga? Nigga, no nigga
Tryna catch me, tryna catch me, ooh, nigga
From the, from the, nigga, from the courts
Yeah, 'cause they dissin' my brother