Deeski, Lil Zay Osama - Seen It All lyrics

Lil Zay Osama [Isaiah Dukes] Chicago, U.S.

[Deeski, Lil Zay Osama - Seen It All lyrics]

Lala on the beat

I done see it all, my niggas heartless
We go hit's regardless
Ain't no easin' off, my block retarded
They don't do no flaugin'
We gon' risk it all
For my dog you gon' get stuffed in coffins
We ain't singin' songs, we pop in traffic
TayBlock we get active
Ain't no lingin' on, lil' bro get active
He gon' need a stretcher
Now your bitch alone, she hit my phone
I asked her what she on?
Now leave that bitch alone
No call, no textin'
I don't want a stretcher
Lil' bitch leave me 'lone
Lil' hoe you messy
She tryna dance with devils

We turn our bully on, them switches active
Know they shoot the fastest
Lil' brodie ain't givin' no passes
Walkin' you down it's a tragedy
They say that they block is the realest
I know that them niggas some bitches
Your man he the jake, he a witness
He pointin' out in them pictures
Lil' bro and them stand on the business
You know they known to get wicked
My niggas is vicious
You know that we deep in the trenches
I ain't duckin' no issue
We comin' to get you
These slugs'll touch you
We leave you in public
Slidin' up the, you know that's my brother
Got Boonie on the side of me
You that he clutchin' that Draco be bussin'
You know that's it rushin'

I done see it all, my niggas heartless
We go hit's regardless
Ain't no easin' off, my block retarded
They don't do no flaugin'
We gon' risk it all
For my dog you gon' get stuffed in coffins
We ain't singin' songs, we pop in traffic
TayBlock we get active
Ain't no lingin' on, lil' bro get active
He gon' need a stretcher
Now your bitch alone, she hit my phone
I asked her what she on?
Now leave that bitch alone
No call, no textin'
I don't want a stretcher
Lil' bitch leave me 'lone
Lil' hoe you messy
She tryna dance with devils
(Gang, gang, gang)

We in traffic in that fast shit
Only twin and Dede'nem
RIP j-Money dummy, GDK for GD'nem
Belt boys put belt to ass, nigga
Fuck the dump we don't be with them
Gave them niggas on the low in the past
My people be with them
Heard the feds listenin'
(Sh) 'cause they don't rap
About them switches (Shh)
My opps be on fan shit, ah ha
You on a mission i feel like I'm Big Bank
I be speakin' facts, i stopped the dissin'
The opps be playin' OT, them niggas
Ain't popped out in a minute, gang
Foenem in the county
They got on your homie ass
She like, "Zay you got rich
You can't speak with your lil' phony ass"
Opps FaceTime me, yellin' through my phone
I know they homie died
We took out our main nigga, he
The only one that'll slide, glah

I done see it all, my niggas heartless
We go hit's regardless
Ain't no easin' off, my block retarded
They don't do no flaugin'
We gon' risk it all
For my dog you gon' get stuffed in coffins
We ain't singin' songs, we pop in traffic
TayBlock we get active
Ain't no lingin' on, lil' bro get active
He gon' need a stretcher
Now your bitch alone, she hit my phone
I asked her what she on?
Now leave that bitch alone
No call, no textin'
I don't want a stretcher
Lil' bitch leave me 'lone
Lil' hoe you messy
She tryna dance with devils

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