DD Osama - No More Heroes: Red Light Freestyle lyrics
DD Osama [David DeShaun Reyes] Harlem, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[DD Osama - No More Heroes: Red Light Freestyle lyrics]
Ahh i'm fuckin' bussin nigga
Notti gang, Notti gang
See a Gunna, and I'm dumpin' the clip
Sha Gz a bitch, why you runnin' your lips?
Talk on Notti you eatin' his clip
Nigga Yus, you a bummy
You still rock fake drip
Cash App still a brokie a bummy
I wore the same clothes
Don't fuck with the bunnies
Told lil bro name me a
I'ma spin through that 8 yeah
It soon get ugly
Don't forget 'bout lil' Rah Rah, in that cab
I'll blow all that shit made a
Yeah, lil' Notti gang throw shots at the gas
Spin back, play this, all back
And I'm smokin' on so many deads, like
How the fuck I'm not dead?
Chii, naz, JayRip, ReyRey, like
That's the deads that we faced
If i catch me a drill rapper we do him dirty
Yeah he from the rey i ain't got no worries
Say you smoking my brother
Make sure that they buried, like
(Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Can't believe they talk on the O
And lost so much bros for droppin' the O
Like Ms, Leroy, Gatti, Dead
All my niggas keep one in the head
I can't go out like Ramon, nigga
Died in the V sixteen, he dead on my spleen
Nigga talkin' on Notti
Lost half of their team
Even his dad outside gettin' beat
See a Gunna, and I'm dumpin' the clip
Sha Gz a bitch, why you runnin' your lips?
Talk on Notti you eatin' his clip
Nigga Yus, you a bummy
You still rock fake drip
Cash App still a brokie a bummy
I wore the same clothes
Don't fuck with the bunnies
Told lil bro name me a
I'ma spin through that 8 yeah
It soon get ugly
Notti gang, Notti gang
See a Gunna, and I'm dumpin' the clip
Sha Gz a bitch, why you runnin' your lips?
Talk on Notti you eatin' his clip
Nigga Yus, you a bummy
You still rock fake drip
Cash App still a brokie a bummy
I wore the same clothes
Don't fuck with the bunnies
Told lil bro name me a
I'ma spin through that 8 yeah
It soon get ugly
Don't forget 'bout lil' Rah Rah, in that cab
I'll blow all that shit made a
Yeah, lil' Notti gang throw shots at the gas
Spin back, play this, all back
And I'm smokin' on so many deads, like
How the fuck I'm not dead?
Chii, naz, JayRip, ReyRey, like
That's the deads that we faced
If i catch me a drill rapper we do him dirty
Yeah he from the rey i ain't got no worries
Say you smoking my brother
Make sure that they buried, like
(Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Can't believe they talk on the O
And lost so much bros for droppin' the O
Like Ms, Leroy, Gatti, Dead
All my niggas keep one in the head
I can't go out like Ramon, nigga
Died in the V sixteen, he dead on my spleen
Nigga talkin' on Notti
Lost half of their team
Even his dad outside gettin' beat
See a Gunna, and I'm dumpin' the clip
Sha Gz a bitch, why you runnin' your lips?
Talk on Notti you eatin' his clip
Nigga Yus, you a bummy
You still rock fake drip
Cash App still a brokie a bummy
I wore the same clothes
Don't fuck with the bunnies
Told lil bro name me a
I'ma spin through that 8 yeah
It soon get ugly