Notti Osama, DD Osama, Sugarhill Dede - Peter Pan lyrics
DD Osama [David DeShaun Reyes] Harlem, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Notti Osama, DD Osama, Sugarhill Dede - Peter Pan lyrics]
We gon' go to the opps
We gon' creep on they block
Catch a flock, you hearin' them shots
If you fuck up, it's me and my knocks
And I do it for bro, bitch
We some 'ooters we takin' they souls
Notti with me I say throw he gon' throw
That's the end of ya life if
Ya don't got a pole, like
Move home, that's a fact
Bro in the spot and he droppin' the hat
Don't move, it get whack
Dropping my O he get turned to a pack
On bro, just chill
We see the opps just pass me the steel
I'mma geek i'mma pop me a pill
When everything dead, yea I be on ya field
Like no I can't lack gotta bring mе a heater
Pop out the dark yеah them n ain't seen us
Hop out, all black and we ski'd up
DOA K tell them ns come see us
I keep shooting till i'm going deaf
Move cool with the deuce
Better show me respect
We gon' do him like JB one shot to the neck
Yus Gz shoulda died he got hit in his chest
Like how many ns done died
Spin to the opps nobody survive
Matt Sav got put in the sky
If I catch a flocka i'm lettin' it fly
Spin through got the gun on my hip
One false move he get turned to a spliff
DEDE, wait, just pass me the grip
And we smoking on Rippy that shit got a kick
Grra, Grra Grra Boom, Grra Grra Boom
Gang, OY, OG, Gang, Grrah Grrah
Benzo be punching my brain
I was late night trynna catch me a stain
(Benzo) fuckin' ya bitch on the main
Notti be flockin' he putting in pain
Don't talk shit, like
Spin through ya block and
Im throwing like six
Die four, Die 5ive, Die Six
Mel pop out and he wavin' the stick
Zay told me don't hop out, chill
I'm going Kuu when I step in the Ville
Like fuck it, let's go on a drill
Run up on me n you gettin' killed
In the streets I be movin' too tac
Run up on me it go brrd bat
Talkin' on bro you get packed
Kay pop out and he wavin' the strap
We gon' creep on they block
Catch a flock, you hearin' them shots
If you fuck up, it's me and my knocks
And I do it for bro, bitch
We some 'ooters we takin' they souls
Notti with me I say throw he gon' throw
That's the end of ya life if
Ya don't got a pole, like
Move home, that's a fact
Bro in the spot and he droppin' the hat
Don't move, it get whack
Dropping my O he get turned to a pack
On bro, just chill
We see the opps just pass me the steel
I'mma geek i'mma pop me a pill
When everything dead, yea I be on ya field
Like no I can't lack gotta bring mе a heater
Pop out the dark yеah them n ain't seen us
Hop out, all black and we ski'd up
DOA K tell them ns come see us
I keep shooting till i'm going deaf
Move cool with the deuce
Better show me respect
We gon' do him like JB one shot to the neck
Yus Gz shoulda died he got hit in his chest
Like how many ns done died
Spin to the opps nobody survive
Matt Sav got put in the sky
If I catch a flocka i'm lettin' it fly
Spin through got the gun on my hip
One false move he get turned to a spliff
DEDE, wait, just pass me the grip
And we smoking on Rippy that shit got a kick
Grra, Grra Grra Boom, Grra Grra Boom
Gang, OY, OG, Gang, Grrah Grrah
Benzo be punching my brain
I was late night trynna catch me a stain
(Benzo) fuckin' ya bitch on the main
Notti be flockin' he putting in pain
Don't talk shit, like
Spin through ya block and
Im throwing like six
Die four, Die 5ive, Die Six
Mel pop out and he wavin' the stick
Zay told me don't hop out, chill
I'm going Kuu when I step in the Ville
Like fuck it, let's go on a drill
Run up on me n you gettin' killed
In the streets I be movin' too tac
Run up on me it go brrd bat
Talkin' on bro you get packed
Kay pop out and he wavin' the strap