Letra de 40s N 9s - DD Osama

(Feat. Sugarhill Ddot)

(Yo TJ, what you cookin' up?)

Grrah, gang-gang-gang

Like, y'all know what's goin' on, man

OY or no Y

Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah

My baby, for you, I'ma end 'em (Grrah)

40s and 9s, I'm 'bout to go stretch 'em (Grrah-grrah, boom)

Good head, good body, good face

The way bae lookin' just makes my day (Grrah)

Lightskin shorty, she made a parade

All eyes on her, but she on the way (Grrah, like, grrah)

All eyes on her, but she on the way

Yo Notti, throw, throw, throw

We catch a YG, then we gotta blow

For me, I'ma take that throne

Fuck Kay Flock, he ain't comin' home

If he do, then we takin' his life

Word to my O, I'ma up that pipe

SevsideK, I'm smokin' on Rite

Tell them niggas get packed, yeah, I know they ain't hype

Yo, E with the dot creep, creep

Tryna put a Flocka right to sleep

Everything dead if he yell, "DOA" (DOAK)

Watch him run, I'ma pick up the pace

I'ma get so close, I'ma take off his face, grrah-grrah (Grrah-grrah, boom)

Like, I'ma get so close, I'ma take off his face, grrah (Grrah-grrah-grrah-grrah)

Hop in the V go kuu', call up JJ, he throw 'em like two (Two kicks)

Free MoveLook and free AT, when they hungry, I know they gon' geek (Free those guys)

And I'm still smokin' all deads, if you want red, then come to my side (Grrah-grrah, boom, everything dead)

And I'm just droppin' YG and Sevside 'cause they talk on they guys

Now let's talk on the facts (Ahh)

C-HII dead and he stuck in a pack

Smokin' on Rippy, got shots to his back (Rippy)

And we uppin' the score, we smoke Matt Sav (Grrah-grrah, boom)

2WooK, yeah, I know that they mad

Fuck that, I'm a youngin, I'm totin' this grippy

You try to run up, I'ma blick (DD with me, he totin' a grip)

And you know this shit no joke

Try to run up and you know I'ma throw (Grrah-grrah, boom)

Can't go out, like, bad, like (Shh)

Nigga got hit, how the fuck he survive? (Matt Sav)

Smokin' shh, that boy in the sky

DD wit' me and you know he won't let up (Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah, boom)

Catch a opp, shoot him through the sweater

I can't wait 'til I catch me a Gunna (Drilly shot)

Spin through the 8, they be duckin' for cover

Ask how much times they ain't seen me this summer (80K)

Been through the Two, and we been through the Nick

Can't forget lil' shh got hit (Damn)

Smokin' on Matt, this shit got a kick

Everything dead, yeah, I'm uppin' this blick (Grrah-grrah, boom)

Glah, glah

Everything dead, yeah, I'm uppin' this blick

My baby, for you, I'ma end 'em

40s and 9s, I'm 'bout to go stretch 'em (Stretch 'em)

Good head, good body, good face

The way bae lookin' just makes my day

Lightskin shorty, she made a parade

All eyes on her, but she on the way (Grrah-grrah)

All eyes on her, but she on the way

(Suck my dick, nigga, It's that DD nigga, man)

(OY or no Y)

(Grrah, grrah)

(It's that Lil' Ddot nigga man, everything dead)

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