DD Osama, Notti Osama - Without You lyrics

(Elvis) grra, Like, What
Every opp shot osama Shit

Grra Grra stop Trynna- Like, What?
Like, OY O- OYOG grra, Grra Grra

Better without you, just me and my chrome
I'm like "baby just leave me alone"
Pop out the cut just to see what he on
If he move he get one in his dome
She act, she act Boujee
Off the Migos she shakin' that
Booty, like shake that, girl
You my ride or die bitch
Trynna give you the world
Is you flocking for me? Is you riding
For me? Is you dying with me?
Got some opps I been dying to see
Let's take a trip stop hiding from me
Keep it on me they plottin' on me
Like, everything dead I ain't
Copping the plea's
See the opps I'm gon' flock at the V
Like, I throw eight DD flock fifteen

Yeah they say I be thugging a lot
Yeah they say I be bugging a lot
Keep me a chop I can't go out like Rah
(RahRah) when he got shot
And I'm on my bullshit
2022 I'm bout to go stupid
Whole gang coming up, O to the Y
We movin' ruthless, like
You say you trynna pack you a OY
But you ran on your mans then he died!
(Lotti) eFS, while we spin the Sevside
Got a gun on my hip with the sight
If he lack, can't go out like Nazzy
I see a oppy I'm shooting like Scottie
Notti he with me gon' oot with' his right
He spot a opp and he taking they life
See a Gz and I'm upping my gun
Do that hit then go on the run
DDot don't play, he'll do it for fun
He spot a opp he ain't making them run

Grra, Grra, Grra, Every Opp Shot
Every opp shot like, suck my dick

We ride four deep in the V
Two O's in the back one knock each seat
Got a Baba she sucking the team
And it's still free the rock
He ain't copping the Plea
Me and Notti be totin' berrettas
If we see a opp he get poked in his sweater
Grra, Grra, Grra if we see a opp he
Get poked through his sweater

Ayo JJ, I go Kuu with the deuce
He could get shot if he jacking the two
Word to my mother I'mma up it and-
I said word to my mother
I'mma up it and boom
And Niggas be chatting like
They make the rules
Why they rap about shit they ain't do?
Smoking on Rah he got hit in his head
Headshot put the beam to his dreads
Grra, Grra, Every opp shot suck My dick
Like, Mm Mm Mmm

Grra Grra stop Trynna- Like, What?
Like, OY O- OYOG grra, Grra Grra
Better without you, just me and my chrome
I'm like baby just leave me alone
Pop out the cut just to see what he on
If he move he get one in his dome
She act, she act Boujee
Off the Migos she shakin' that
Booty, like shake that, girl
You my ride or die bitch
Trynna give you the world, grra
Got some opps I been dying to see
Let's take a trip stop hiding from me
Keep it on me they plotting on me