DD Osama, Dee Play4Keeps - O’s Let’s Do It lyrics
DD Osama [David DeShaun Reyes] Harlem, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[DD Osama, Dee Play4Keeps - O’s Let’s Do It lyrics]
Rrah, rrah every opp shot, rrah
Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah-grrah
Get that nigga
It's that Dee Play4Keeps nigga
Os up, never Gz, you heard
Y'all niggas know what the fuck goin' on, man
It's that DD nigga
Now look, uh huh, get that nigga oY, OY, OY
Grrah, bang
Os, let's do it, yeah (Grrah-grrah)
Grrah, Os, let's do it
Os, let's, now hol' on, uh huh, ah
Catch Sha Gz, you a what? (Grrah)
Like your mans, you get shot in the butt
(Grrah-grrah) keep talkin' on Notti
Can't wait 'til I see you (On bro)
I'ma have you stumblin', lookin' see-through
Woo, Rah Rah (Lotti) one got poked
And the other got shot in his mata
Like, these niggas is dirty and bummy
Catch me a bunny, we gon' make him hop
O-O, let's do it like Wa, like Wata (Grrah)
Cook a nigga like it's pasta (Grrah, grrah)
Through the 8, they get flocked
They totin' on guns, don't spin no blocks
(Boom) she let me put it right in her titty
(Ah, right in her)
We the face of Harlеm, Os up, never Gz
We runnin' thе city
Talk on Notti, know Lefty ran Ricky
(Ricky) , dickhead (Ricky)
And I'm ReyWayK (On bro)
Catch a Crip, you know I'ma spray (Grrah)
C BluK (Grrah)
I know Rippy ran Rick and died (Died)
Opp thot, she wastin' my time (Grrah)
Smokin' Nazzy, got sent to the sky (Nazzy)
But C-HI I really get me lit
C-HI I really get me high (C-HI I)
Yeah, Os, let's do it
Hop out we gon' shoot 'em
Run down Gang, we gon' boom 'em
Yeah, like, Os, let's do it
Os, let's do, Os, let's do
Os, let's, Os, let's do (Grrah-grrah)
I feel lil' DD (Ah) , I love him a lot
Try to run up, I flock through the 'cleezy
(I flock through the cleezy)
Opp thot, she movin' too kinky (Too kinky)
Hit once, the pussy was stinky
(The pussy was stinky)
Let's do it, let's do it step in the party
Everybody geek to our music
And for Honcho and Notti and
Country we do this
We the Os, like, how is we losin'?
Too tact, make that nigga back up (On bro)
Throw a shot if he yellin' out, "Hat's up"
Spin through the Nick
He get hit with the Mack Truck
Okay, let's see what he on
He was talkin' on bro, now he in a song
Heard it's bigger than that
Nigga run up then I'm flickin' his hat
Lil' thottie a fan
She was jackin' the opps so
That bitch got slapped
No, I can't go out like Matt
I stay with my Gat
Rah Rah, Lotti, Lani, Frost, packed (Ah)
Any opp that I saw, I was quick to react
Lil Moe, Cody
They ain't get back so y'all need
To stop all the cap
Yo, Eli, what the fuck? Like
How many niggas got put in the blunt?
We smoke Lotti, that nigga runtz
(That nigga runtz)
She say I'm cocky, she gotta front
Opp thot tryna line me
She gon' die with me and my gun
Let off two, why they run?
Everything for Notti, this shit not for fun
Like
Yeah, Os, let's do it
Hop out we gon' shoot 'em
Run down Gang, we gon' boom 'em
Yeah, like, Os, let's do it
Os, let's do, Os, let's do, like
Os, let's do it yeah, Os, let's do it
Hop out we gon' shoot 'em
Run down Gang, we gon' boom 'em
Yeah, like, Os, let's do it
Os, let's do, Os, let's do, like
Os, let's do it
Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah-grrah
Get that nigga
It's that Dee Play4Keeps nigga
Os up, never Gz, you heard
Y'all niggas know what the fuck goin' on, man
It's that DD nigga
Now look, uh huh, get that nigga oY, OY, OY
Grrah, bang
Os, let's do it, yeah (Grrah-grrah)
Grrah, Os, let's do it
Os, let's, now hol' on, uh huh, ah
Catch Sha Gz, you a what? (Grrah)
Like your mans, you get shot in the butt
(Grrah-grrah) keep talkin' on Notti
Can't wait 'til I see you (On bro)
I'ma have you stumblin', lookin' see-through
Woo, Rah Rah (Lotti) one got poked
And the other got shot in his mata
Like, these niggas is dirty and bummy
Catch me a bunny, we gon' make him hop
O-O, let's do it like Wa, like Wata (Grrah)
Cook a nigga like it's pasta (Grrah, grrah)
Through the 8, they get flocked
They totin' on guns, don't spin no blocks
(Boom) she let me put it right in her titty
(Ah, right in her)
We the face of Harlеm, Os up, never Gz
We runnin' thе city
Talk on Notti, know Lefty ran Ricky
(Ricky) , dickhead (Ricky)
And I'm ReyWayK (On bro)
Catch a Crip, you know I'ma spray (Grrah)
C BluK (Grrah)
I know Rippy ran Rick and died (Died)
Opp thot, she wastin' my time (Grrah)
Smokin' Nazzy, got sent to the sky (Nazzy)
But C-HI I really get me lit
C-HI I really get me high (C-HI I)
Yeah, Os, let's do it
Hop out we gon' shoot 'em
Run down Gang, we gon' boom 'em
Yeah, like, Os, let's do it
Os, let's do, Os, let's do
Os, let's, Os, let's do (Grrah-grrah)
I feel lil' DD (Ah) , I love him a lot
Try to run up, I flock through the 'cleezy
(I flock through the cleezy)
Opp thot, she movin' too kinky (Too kinky)
Hit once, the pussy was stinky
(The pussy was stinky)
Let's do it, let's do it step in the party
Everybody geek to our music
And for Honcho and Notti and
Country we do this
We the Os, like, how is we losin'?
Too tact, make that nigga back up (On bro)
Throw a shot if he yellin' out, "Hat's up"
Spin through the Nick
He get hit with the Mack Truck
Okay, let's see what he on
He was talkin' on bro, now he in a song
Heard it's bigger than that
Nigga run up then I'm flickin' his hat
Lil' thottie a fan
She was jackin' the opps so
That bitch got slapped
No, I can't go out like Matt
I stay with my Gat
Rah Rah, Lotti, Lani, Frost, packed (Ah)
Any opp that I saw, I was quick to react
Lil Moe, Cody
They ain't get back so y'all need
To stop all the cap
Yo, Eli, what the fuck? Like
How many niggas got put in the blunt?
We smoke Lotti, that nigga runtz
(That nigga runtz)
She say I'm cocky, she gotta front
Opp thot tryna line me
She gon' die with me and my gun
Let off two, why they run?
Everything for Notti, this shit not for fun
Like
Yeah, Os, let's do it
Hop out we gon' shoot 'em
Run down Gang, we gon' boom 'em
Yeah, like, Os, let's do it
Os, let's do, Os, let's do, like
Os, let's do it yeah, Os, let's do it
Hop out we gon' shoot 'em
Run down Gang, we gon' boom 'em
Yeah, like, Os, let's do it
Os, let's do, Os, let's do, like
Os, let's do it