Explosive Lyrics – Lil Mabu, DD Osama

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[Chorus: DD Osama & Lil Mabu]
Got a bad lil’ b!tch, she be shaking that ass
She be toting my knocka, in her bag
She don’t care ’bout nothing, all she want is racks
So I give her a few and I’m breaking her back
That’s how I sound when I’m breaking her back
I’m a 48 baby, thirty on my life
You try to push up, tell lil’ bro I’ma (Pow, pow, pow)
And, on bro, I’ma flick, I’ma have to put you in a spliff
Me and my b!tch, gon’ slide some s*it
Unlimited chops, when we hang out the whip
Like, all my b!tches open, they got some motion

“DD, where you get your drip from?” N!gga, this explosive

[Verse: Lil Mabu & DD Osama]
Boom, where you get your drip from? (Who?)
I’ve been winning, feel like I’m Poo
Cause I put that s*it on my shoe
I’m s*itting on b!tches and these n!ggas too (Grahh)
Me and DD, we back in the stu
Fu*k, the feds probably listen, too
Fu*k, they gon put us on the news
I know I’m the king of the youth (Like)
And promoting violence is not what I’m tryna do
I like talking ’bout it in the booth
Fu*k, I like talking ’bout it, too
Duck, ‘fore I hit your whole crew
Up, huh, I don’t give no fu*k
Young and I’m turnt, both my wrists bust
Oh, that b!tch wasn’t tryna fu*k?
She came around, like the wheels on the bus
Like, for us, huh, for the team
You could hit up Mabu, for the beam
If you know, then you know, you mean?
Like, just touched down and I’m in the eight
Mabu just gave me the pole, so I’m safe
He got a Glock, that’s under his name

But, fu*k it, he gave it to me, anyway
But, fu*k it, I gave it to him anyway
Up it, it’s my turn to take the case
Fu*k that, Mabu, we doing a race (Skrr)
I’m rich, I never want to hear free me
Move smart, but I told DD
I want a .30, come on brody, TP

[Chorus: DD Osama & Lil Mabu]
Got a bad lil’ b!tch, she be shaking that ass
She be toting my knocka, in her bag
She don’t care ’bout nothing, all she want is racks
So I give her a few and I’m breaking her back
That’s how I sound when I’m breaking her back
I’m a 48 baby, thirty on my life
You try to push up, tell lil’ bro I’ma (Pow, pow, pow)
And, on bro, I’ma flick, I’ma have to put you in a spliff
Me and my b!tch, gon’ slide some s*it
Unlimited chops, when we hang out the whip
Like, all my b!tches open, they got some motion
“DD, where you get your drip from?” N!gga, this explosive