DD Osama, Dudeylo, SugarHill Ddot - REAL TALK paroles de (lyrics)
I'ma slide through BK wit' a all black truck
41, shut it down, 'cause we smokin' on Lay
That nigga in a pound
Why the fuck is y'all takin' Move dance?
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 'til 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
Call up Dudey and we throwin' a shot
Like hold on, let's spin through the 2's
Smokin' Matt, that boy got a kick
While I spin through the A
I ain't leavin' no clues jayKlickin with me
He ain't leavin' no witness
For lil Notti, you know that we sinnin'
Hop out, we gon' get him
Throw every shot out the
Glock 'til it's finished
Don't forget that I’m smoking on Rah Rah
He a dummy, got hit in his matha
Two shots, make him do the cha-cha
Got a body I know she a bah bah
No cap, I'mma stay on the block
Catch a 9, now you know he get shot
(No cap, I'mma stay on the block
Catch a 9, now you know he get shot)
You say you a stepper, you don't really step
I'm that nigga, gon' put you to rest
Bend through they blocks have
Them niggas runnin'
He get shot If he yellin', "What's gunnin'?"
Bitch I'm JayKlickin'
Showin' that I'm stuntin' ima up my right
Don't forget I'mma flock with my left
If they talkin' on Notti, I'm leavin' a mess
Bend through, hop out gang
We was parkin', tryna catch a stain
Know a couple of opps we get put on a chain
Lil Ddot, he got it aimin' for your brain
In a stoley, by my doley
Where the niggas that's yellin' out "Ey way"
We drive, had 'oota catch a PD
All black, skiied up, they can't see me
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