Notti Osama, DD Osama - Deadly lyrics
DD Osama [David DeShaun Reyes] Harlem, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Notti Osama, DD Osama - Deadly lyrics]
Every opp shot (Grah, Grah)
Smokin’ all dead’s (Like, What)
Every opp shot (Grah, Grah)
(Niggas know what’s going on)
Osama shit nigga smoking all dead’s
(Grah, Grah)
It’s OY or no Y
hop out we been blitzing for both sides
Catch a opp, bitch I’m leaving him dizzy
Throw up the Trendy, send three to his kidney
Like to the what? All that shit to my dick
You got caught in a store
You was panicking bitch
Can’t forget your man’s got
Slapped with the grip
Yo Kenzo your brother is dead in my spliff
𝘠𝘰 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘪, 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘭’ 𝘙𝘢𝘩 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵
𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘦
𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯, 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘱
𝘙𝘰𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦’𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩
𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘩, 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘩, 𝘉𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘩, 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘩 (𝘉𝘰𝘰𝘮)
𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 suck my dick
Ayo DD, that’s a opp, I know you gon’ geek
I know you gon’ flock don’t run, Don’t trip
I know Sha Gz be and shit
How da fuck did Lotti trip
Lil boy got poked he was stomped on and shit
How da fuck did Lotti trip
Lil boy got poked
He was stomped on and shit like, Hol’ on
𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦
𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘐 𝘢𝘪𝘯’𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥
𝘔𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱
𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘐 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘱
𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘦𝘬, 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘢 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘶𝘯
𝘊𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 ‘𝘦𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘭 300𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 ‘𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘶𝘯
𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘩, 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘩, 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘩
𝘊𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 ‘𝘦𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘭 300𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 ‘𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘶𝘯
JayRipK got put on a chain
Three opps got hit one week ty Swish, Rippy
But Rah Rah got hit in his bean
I’m in love wit’ the clickin’, clickin’
And clickin’
DD and Notti just chill cause you trippin’
Smoking on all dead’s got me laced
Matt-Sav got shot in his face like, Hol’ on
𝘠𝘰, 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘬
𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘪𝘭𝘭?
𝘊𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘛𝘎 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭, 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘧
𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘐𝘮𝘮𝘢 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐’𝘮 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘩, 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘩
𝘐𝘮𝘮𝘢 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘺- 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘮 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺-
𝘐𝘮𝘮𝘢 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐’𝘮 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘭
Kenzo B, fuck JB he got put on a tee
When I spin through the imma do it to you
Send you up to your brother
Big chop gon’ boom
It’s gon’ shake up the room make you
Notti ‘oot with the mop and
I ‘oot with the broom
Yeah, you know me and my twin
Make sure you're in tune
Yeah, you know me and my twin
Make sure you're in tune bitch
𝘐𝘧 𝘐 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘙𝘦𝘺
𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯’
𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘖’𝘴 𝘐’𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯’
𝘛𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯’ 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯’
𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘣 𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯
𝘙𝘗𝘛 𝘺’𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯’
𝘊𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘛𝘥𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘥𝘰 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘱 𝘏𝘰𝘭’ 𝘰𝘯
𝘊𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘛𝘥𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘥𝘰 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘱
Smokin’ all dead’s (Like, What)
Every opp shot (Grah, Grah)
(Niggas know what’s going on)
Osama shit nigga smoking all dead’s
(Grah, Grah)
It’s OY or no Y
hop out we been blitzing for both sides
Catch a opp, bitch I’m leaving him dizzy
Throw up the Trendy, send three to his kidney
Like to the what? All that shit to my dick
You got caught in a store
You was panicking bitch
Can’t forget your man’s got
Slapped with the grip
Yo Kenzo your brother is dead in my spliff
𝘠𝘰 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘪, 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘭’ 𝘙𝘢𝘩 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵
𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘦
𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯, 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘱
𝘙𝘰𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦’𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩
𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘩, 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘩, 𝘉𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘩, 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘩 (𝘉𝘰𝘰𝘮)
𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 suck my dick
Ayo DD, that’s a opp, I know you gon’ geek
I know you gon’ flock don’t run, Don’t trip
I know Sha Gz be and shit
How da fuck did Lotti trip
Lil boy got poked he was stomped on and shit
How da fuck did Lotti trip
Lil boy got poked
He was stomped on and shit like, Hol’ on
𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦
𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘐 𝘢𝘪𝘯’𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥
𝘔𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱
𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘐 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘱
𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘦𝘬, 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘢 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘶𝘯
𝘊𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 ‘𝘦𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘭 300𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 ‘𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘶𝘯
𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘩, 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘩, 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘩
𝘊𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 ‘𝘦𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘭 300𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 ‘𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘶𝘯
JayRipK got put on a chain
Three opps got hit one week ty Swish, Rippy
But Rah Rah got hit in his bean
I’m in love wit’ the clickin’, clickin’
And clickin’
DD and Notti just chill cause you trippin’
Smoking on all dead’s got me laced
Matt-Sav got shot in his face like, Hol’ on
𝘠𝘰, 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘬
𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘪𝘭𝘭?
𝘊𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘛𝘎 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭, 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘧
𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘐𝘮𝘮𝘢 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐’𝘮 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘩, 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘩
𝘐𝘮𝘮𝘢 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘺- 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘮 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺-
𝘐𝘮𝘮𝘢 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐’𝘮 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘭
Kenzo B, fuck JB he got put on a tee
When I spin through the imma do it to you
Send you up to your brother
Big chop gon’ boom
It’s gon’ shake up the room make you
Notti ‘oot with the mop and
I ‘oot with the broom
Yeah, you know me and my twin
Make sure you're in tune
Yeah, you know me and my twin
Make sure you're in tune bitch
𝘐𝘧 𝘐 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘙𝘦𝘺
𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯’
𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘖’𝘴 𝘐’𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯’
𝘛𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯’ 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯’
𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘣 𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯
𝘙𝘗𝘛 𝘺’𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯’
𝘊𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘛𝘥𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘥𝘰 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘱 𝘏𝘰𝘭’ 𝘰𝘯
𝘊𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘛𝘥𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘥𝘰 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘱