NOTTI GANG LYRICS – DD OSAMA

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[Intro: Dudeylo, Edot Babyy & DD Osama]
Suck my d!ck, n!gga
Grrah
It’s that Dudeylo n!gga, suck my d!ck, you heard?
Every opp shot, ayo Dudey’, pass me the fu*king knocks (Ahh)
Grrah (Ahh)

[Verse 1: DD Osama & Dudeylo]
I’m wit’ Roscoe and he toting the knocka
He get shot if he throw up a Flocka
Spin through the Sev’, we yelling, ‘We got one” (Rrah-rrah)

[Verse 2: Dudeylo & DD Osama]
Like, you can shot if you talking on Notti
Lee, Gas, Bobby
Blay, Rip, Nazzy
Visit his grave just to dig up his body
Play your block, don’t die right there
We know where you at, we gon’ slide right there
Shot after shot, throw nine right there
He got hit for throwing up signs right there
Ayo Paco, why the fu*k is you saying my name?
Like, you don’t take risks for your gang
You a b!tch, stop chasing the fame
N!gga passed through ya’ block and you ain’t do a thing
That’s on bro, I was taking them trips
Ayo, Dami, you know what I did
That was me and RG, you coulda’ performed
But instead, you was ducking ya’ wig
Benz, J.O, Matt, kick
It’s like so many names in my spliff
And tell, Shh, to go pick up his face
Hop out, now it’s time to play chase
Switch on me, s*it spraying like mace (Rrah-rrah-rrah)
And brodie told me, “Don’t stop, keep rapping”
Notti died, I was hurting, real sadness
And they know on that block, I was blacking

Me and DD, you can ask on what happened
Like, fu*k all black, do a drill in some fashion
Fu*k Lee, n!gga gone like magic (Ahhh)

[Verse 3: DD Osama]
Yo, Dudey, let’s spin through they block
Tryna put a Gunna on his top
Day Day in public, send shot after shot
Call up Benzo, you know that’s the rock (Grrah)
I bet Ddot gon’ get if I tell ’em
On the block, tryna flick every petal
Spin through the Sev’, tryna flock at a revel (Grrah)
Acting lit, now they all showing faces
Free the bros up top, fighting cases
Like, my n!ggas all rap same paces
So many opps got hit, can’t name ’em, like

[Verse 4: Sugarhill Ddot]
I just threw, Dudey wit’ me, he toting a chop
Try to run up and you know I’ma flock
Ayo Roscoe, who that?
If he say the wrong thing, he get shot in his back
Ayo Melly, you a bum
Stop putting my name in y’all track
When I see you, I’m letting it clap
I’m smoking on Rah, he went out in the back
No cap, can’t go out like Ray
He a b!tch, he got shot in his face
When we spin through the 2, we ain’t leaving no trace
See a opp, swear I’ma up it and flame
Talking on Notti, you know he get shot
Smoking MS, got put in a box

[Verse 5: Dudeylo]
“Ahhh”, that’s what you heard when he got shot
Hang out the V, throw the dot on his matha
I can’t wait ’til I catch me a Flocka
What you know about bending that block?
Me and bro two deep wit’ two knocks
Shot after shot, opp after opp
Keep clicking, I tell ’em, “Don’t stop”

[Verse 6: DD Osama]
We the face of the city
Catch Mali, we do ’em like Rippy
Stop saying our names in y’all tracks
Lotti, Rah, packed

[Verse 7: Sugarhill Ddot, Dudeylo & DD Osama]
It’s lil’ Ddot, you know that I’m back
Hang out the V, tryna click off a Makk
Matt, Lotti, Ray
Rippy, Nazzy, Blay (Dead, dead, dead)
Like, Kurt got shot in his face
Try to run up, you know I’ma spray

[Verse 8: Edot Babyy]
Rah got clapped in the whip, nobody did s*it
When we spin through the 2’s, who b!tching? I’m off the hit
I’m smoking on Rite, lil’ boy get to see the light
Try to run up, n!gga, I don’t fight
SevSideK, y’all just for the hype, fact
Yo DD, get ’em
Hop out the V, lil’ bro won’t miss ’em
Shots to they bod’, I bet he go missing
Back out the K, you know I’ma blitz ’em

[Verse 9: Roscoe G]
Like, how can I go out like—
He went out like a b!tch
How many n!ggas done died on they strip?
Tweak on the beat, tryna make this a hit, like
When you run into me, what you gon’ do?
Sped back, tryna do ’em like Lu, grrah-grrah
Like, Kee and Gaddy
That’s two opps that went out badly
Lotti screamed, “Please don’t stab me”, grrah
Lotti screamed, “Please don’t stab me”, like, like

[Verse 10: JStar Balla]
Grrah, grrah, like
Don’t you think, I got a stick
Talking on Notti, get hit in ya’ s*it, like
DD wit’ me told ’em, “Pass me the grip”, like
Like, all these dead n!ggas in a spliff
Like, glah, where they at?
Late night, tryna spin through the Jack
Like, get low, in a stat
And she on my body, she know that I’m Makk
Next n!gga talk hot, I’ma to lose it
If he talking on Notti get lit like a loosie
She on my body, she want me to do her
In the back of the V, she gon’ gimme medula
Bend through they block so we gotta manuever

[Outro]
Screaming