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danny block - lil zay osama lyrics

[intro]
ayy, ayy (brr, brrr)
once again
steppin’ on these n*ggas head man, (steppin’ on these b*tch ass)
gettin’ in between these b*tches legs, man
ayy, ayy

[verse 1]
what we doin’? (what we doin’?)
ayy, steppin’ on these n*ggas heads
every day a new opp dead
every day a different glock
p*ssyboy know how i play it
i hope this song right here don’t get in the hands of the feds (hope it don’t get to the feds, man)
ayy, i just got a brand new glock
with a fifty and a switch (with a fifty and a switch)
i just popped one of my opps
i’m finna go do another hit (i’m finna go do another hit)
i don’t givе a f*ck ’bout this money
i just bought foe nem somе sticks (bought foe nem some sticks)
i just bought me a new watch
without the sun this b*tch gon’ glisten (bling, bling)
please, name another rapper that did more drills than me? (who did more drills than me)
anytime i poked a n*gga when i was broke it was ten at least (it was ten at least)
popped up at his spot like, “what you say, haha, remember me?”
my opps think they ridin’ sl!ck, i see you boys in that jeep (i see you boys in that jeep)
and it ain’t no srt (nah)
man, i know where b*tches sleep (ayy)
if i was grimey slimey, i woulda put your baby on a tee (put your baby on a tee)
but it really ain’t that deep (it ain’t deep)
you ain’t did sh*t to me
just a whole lotta rumors that you sneak dissin’ to the streets
[chorus]
and we still trap on danny block (trap on danny block)
ayy, how you block a n*gga in but don’t jump out the car?
soon as we pull up we gon’ jump out the car (jump out the car)
n*gga, let’s go glock for glock (glock for glock)
b*tch, we could go shot for shot (shot for shot, bah, bah)
only thing i ain’t doing is bar for bar

[verse 2]
b*tch, i want you n*ggas head (head, head, head)
boy, i want you n*ggas top
b*tches going crazy, i walk past and i hop out the car
chains on, bet n0body reach, he gon’ be off the wock’
freaky hoes on top the car, i ain’t heard not naan shot
might just hit the e*way in my striker
let me find some hoes f*ckin’ with n*ggas that don’t like us
n*ggas beef with us, they wanna call us and type us (they type us)
(man, what typa)
ayy, n*ggas is this?
i got signed years ago but b*tch i’m still rich
i just copped the ap and a carti’ and i’m still rich
i just copped four cars, forgot i bought ’em, man, i’m real rich
i just took two losses, told my momma i don’t feel sick
ayy, ayy, i’m a real*life threat
smoked a lot of n*ggas in the city, they still don’t know who did that (still don’t know who did that)
he was f*ckin’ with the opps, he ain’t wanna get out so he got stretched (come here)
other buddy was due ’cause and i could tell you what happened there
he was sneak dissin’ to a b*tch
we caught him loafin’ put it to his neck (put it to his neck)
and i could say some names, but you know i can’t show my hand (i won’t show my hand)
if this song gets to the feds, b*tch, i’m still ain’t gon’ rat (shhh)
still gon’ post up on danny block
ain’t a n*gga gon’ come through there, ayy (ayy)

- lil zay osama lyrics

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