Sdot Go, Naz GPG - Notti Dotty lyrics

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Notti, bussin'
Grapestreet-K, I'm lookin' for a cuzzin'
My gun keep showin', bro, I'm buggin'
Over East, I'ma bend through that tunnel
Lex, Lenox, that shit spun through
Tryna push up? On G, bet I dust you
Like, when I up
Where the fuck you gon' run to?
Come to her crib I won't delay my duffle
Notti, Dotty, it's a couple
KayTee, Ray, I smoke both when I hustle
Bet I bend in the snow with
My broom, not a shovel, like
Bro made him lay in that puddle
We started bendin', we don't need a huddle
Somebody call him, I think he in trouble
I hit from the back, she said
I fucked up her bundle, like
Pack her, I ain't tryna cuddlе

Niggas wasn't outside when we
Was on that block
Hop out that V, I'm tryna flock
Bеt you I up on that strip and he drop
Run down, I'm clearin' out the lot
Sweepers, my niggas shakin' the spot
What happened to Notti and E With The Dot?
Kha's dissin'? I'ma walk up that block
Bro start buggin', flickin' near the cops
You the line? Give me the drop
Like, word to bro niggas
Flicked on the flocks
Catch him outside, I'm gettin' on his block
I been flockin' so much
Don't know when I'ma stop
What you did? I did a lot
Like, I done had niggas duckin' they
I'll be the last to go by a thot
Lil bro tryna shoot him, he already shot

Pour wock, I'ma fuck up my phantom
Think that he tough? Bullets
Make him a dancer
Bad knock, this shit a jammer
Get out my ear
When I flick I can't hear them
Knocka buggin, might knock down a panda
40 so loud that shit fuck up my, like
This shit fuck with my eardrum
I'm throwin shots
No they don't want no cancer

Notti, bussin
Grapestreet-K, I'm lookin' for a cuzzin'
My gun keep showin', bro, I'm buggin'
Over East, I'ma bend through that tunnel
Lex, Lenox, that shit spun through
Tryna push up? On G, bet I dust you
Like, when I up
Where the fuck you gon' run to?
Come to her crib I'm delay my duffle
Notti, Dotty, it's a couple
KT, Ray, I smoke both when I hussle
Bet i bend in the snow with
My broom, not a shovel, like
Bro made him lay in that puddle
We started bendin', we don't need a huddle
Somebody call him, I think he in trouble
I hit from the back, tryna
Fuck up her bundle, like
Pack her, I ain't tryna cuddle