Notti Osama, DD Osama, JJ 6iX - On Hots lyrics

I'm not jackin' that bro
Bro, stop touchin' me bro
Word to my dead, stop- grrah, like
Every opp shot grrah, like, like grrah-grrah

OY-OG, they spin through the eight
See Nesty, aim for his face
Still wit' the 40, i love for the tracey
Started runnin', we clickin'
Been a whole year since Lotti got wacked
RPTK, tell 'em niggas, "Get back"
Say you spinnin' that shit, shit is just cap
'Cause they know where the O's lay at
Run up on me, yeah, I'm quick to attack, like
Ddot my brother, you know he can't lack
BlockWork a bitch, and we know you a rat
On bro, I ain't givin' no dab
Citizen what? Put his ass on the app
That's the reason I'm totin' my strap
Niggas be switchin', puttin' on the bag
That's the reason I'm totin' my strap
Yeah, that's word to my dead
I see an opp, put one in the head
Shorty on her knee, she throwin' the neck
Spinnin' through the 2's, yeah, I
Want them dead, like, what?
SevSideK, tell 'em niggas, "Suck my dick"
Y'all ain't smokin' on bro 'cause
I'm smokin' on Rippy
Kay wit' the Flock, tryna make him a spliff
Grrah, grrah
Every opp shot, catch a Gunna, he popped

Catch a Flocka, his ass gotta drop
But if I catch a Vato, get beat out his socks
Smokin' JB and I can not stop
Rah Rah kickin', this shit hurt a lot
Me and Notti gon' spin wit' a chop
If the gun jam up, he get beat wit' the knock

Fuck JayRipK, he got sent to the top
Free Flock and send him to Wvttz
Before you was locked
Nazzy died in ya' block
Spin through the two
Got the knocks in my sock
Act like a run, lettin' off shots
Me and DD gon' spin through the 8
Hang over gates and let that shit spray
Rah Rah got hit in his brain
Chii had died, they ain't do a thing