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f*ck all opps - dmp,dd osama, notti osama,jayklickin lyrics

{intro}
(you know what im sayin
biggest hottest n*gga youngest hottest n*gga we out here, wassup?)

{verse 1: notti osama}
oyogz don’t add a k if you add a k get shot in ya face
set da trend a b*tch get off our d**k
if you spinnin da hill jb ina ditch
i smoke jayrip,d&d, ddk to cmv, i tell ddot get them bucks
we gon blow like tnt
catch c blu his life is really mine
y’all mad jayrip ina sky
nas ebk he a whole d**k ride*
{verse 2: dd osama}
don’t forget about lil rah rah in dat cab
on bro that sh*t made a slap
ayy lil notti gang throwin shots at the gas
spin back play this all back*

{verse 3: jaykl!ckin}
on my feet,ima creep tryna catch me a toll, put him right to sleep
who dat?, let me see, ima flock at they head, if he throw up the 3
like how many dead in my spliff for lil n*ggas that throw up the gz
and im droppin a foul, tryna cl!ck at the mac, and its f*ck fat boy, b*tch im smokin jb
im smokin jb lil’scotty,so im burn,im bent thru the sav gon’shoot up they church
f*ck 8 o,i got at da work,when i cash lil lucky ,put him on his shirt
told my brothers ill stand up forever
say tech,cuz they rap the best of the worse
n we mixin 13 with the n*z*, they light up the best, and they shoot just like a fire work
so you better perform,n*gga f*ck these bills got me question rollin up his moms
im a house on the product the sun ,kno a couple of opps who ran a marathon
lets get back to the real sh*t, n*gga late got caught turnin through his laundry, now we back to the real sh*t and i bet krg gon get put in the molly *

{verse 4: dd osama}
see a gunna im dumpin’ the clip
sha gz you a b*tch stop runnin ya lips, talk on notti you eatin his clip
n*gga yus you a bummy,you still rock fake drip
cash app still broke a bummy, ya’ll wore the same clothes, don’t f*ck with the bunnies
told lil bro name me a track
ima spin thru the eight yeah, that sh*t gon get ugly
and im smokin on so many deads like how the f*ck im not dead
c hii,naz,jayrip,rey rey, like
that the deads that we faced
if i catch me a drill rapper we do him dirty
yeah, he from da rey i ain’t got no worries, \
if you smokin my brother make sure that they buried
( like, grahh*grahh*grahh )
can’t believe they talk on the o,& lost so much bros for droppin the o
like
ms,leroy,gotti, dead, all my n*ggas keep one in the head
i can’t go out like ramon, n*gga died in the v
sixteen he dead on my spleen
n*gga talkin on notti lost half of their team
even his dad outside gettin beat*
{ outro: dd osama & blockwork}
we gon spin thru the sev,with like two or three chops
flock at a flocka, his body gon drop
and we go to the rey tryna find c blu
catch melly im lettin it boom
boom back at the kelly he movin funny get shot in your belly
( gang* gang )
i can’t wait till i catch me a gunna
two or three shots go right thru they ribs
how you let n*ggas f*ck your b*tch
(reyweyk all that sh*t to my d**k,)
you say you a steppa you won’t do the step
come to the hill we gon see who’s next
die 5’s die 4’s die 2’s, i see a opp ima up it and boom (b*tch)
5th to the sev they both gon die
flock & the flock got sent to the sky
(like lay*)

- dmpdd osama notti osamajayklickin lyrics

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