Letra de On Hots - DD Osama

(Feat. JJ 6iX)

(Yoshi)

I'm not jackin' that bro

(Yozora)

Bro, stop touchin' me bro

Word to my dead, stop— (Zi)

Grrah, like

Every opp shot nigga

Grrah, like, like

Grrah-grrah

OY-OG, they spin through the 8

See Nesty, aim for his face

Still wit' the .40, I left no trace

Started runnin', we clickin' the pace

Been a whole year since Lotti got wacked

RPTK, tell 'em niggas, "Get back"

Say you spinnin' that shit is just cap

'Cause they know where the O's lay at

Run up on me, yeah, I'm quick to attack

Like, Ddot my brother, you know he can't lack

BlockWork a bitch, and we know you a rat

On bro, I ain't givin' no dab

Citizen what? Put his ass on the app

That's the reason I'm totin' my strap

Niggas be switchin', puttin' opps in the pack

That's the reason I'm totin' my—

Yeah, that's word to my dead

I see an opp, put one in the head

Shorty on her knee, she throwin' the neck

Spinnin' through the 2's, yeah, I want them dead, like, what?

Grrah, SevSideK, grrah-grrah, tell 'em niggas, "Suck my dick"

Y'all ain't smokin' on bro, 'cause I'm smokin' on Rippy

Kay wit' the Flock, tryna make him a spliff

Grrah, grrah, every opp shot, catch a Gunna, he popped

Catch a Flocka, his ass gotta drop

But if I catch a Vato, get beat out his socks

Smokin' JB and I can not stop

Rah Rah kickin', this shit hurt a lot (Rah Rah)

Me and Notti gon' spin wit' a chop

If the gun jam up, he get beat wit' the knock

Grrah-Grrah

Fuck JayRip, he got sent to the top (JayRip)

Free Flock, then send him to Wvttz

Before you was lined, Nazzy died in ya' block (Nazzy)

Spin through the two, got the knocks in my sock

Act like I’m runnin', then lettin' off shots (Grrah)

Me and DD gon' spin through the 8

Hang over gates and let that shit spray (And let that shit spray)

Rah Rah got hit in his brain (Rah Rah)

C-HII had died, they ain't do a thing

Grrah-Grrah-Grrah-Grrah

Chii died they ain’t do a thing

Grrah Grrah, Chii died they ain’t do a—

That’s a fact, yeah I know I’ma kill

Better kill when we totin' the grip

I know I won’t lack, can’t go out like Rip (Rippy)

13, his ass got spliffed

DOAK, yeah I’m smoking y’all Crips, (DOAK)

G buggin', he punchin' this shit

ReywayK, yeah, I wasn’t on shit

But if I catch a Flocka, I’m dumpin' this shit

Ayo DD, just geek

Like, yo, Notti, just tweak

Spinnin' back and we spinnin' on feet (Grrah)

He tried to run, and we flockin' from deep (Baow Boaw)

What he doin, for his block?

Word to my motha', don’t fuck with the flocks (Pussy)

Them niggas mixy, get beat with the knocks

C Blu a kid, shot himself with the chop

Nazzy, Rippy, JB, Blay, all them niggas in a box (Box)

Fuck that, 'cause I been on hots (Hots)

I got the beam, and it came with a Glock (Glock)

Keep clickin', click don’t stop

I see Lil Kay Kay, I’m uppin' the chop

Keep clickin', click, don’t stop

Smokin' on Jay, he got hit in the top

Don’t forget that we smokin' on Lotti

Dumb lil nigga got poked in the body

And we smokin' on Rah, he got left in a Uber

6-0, but I fuck with my movers

He tried to run, but we bussin' Medula

Spinnin' the 2’s, might spin on a scooter

JB got put on a shirt

How many opps got dumped in the dirt?

Dumb bitch got shot, they hurt ('Lilah)

Fuckin' this bitch, might fuck with her skirt

I’m a youngin', you know I’ma flirt

So if I gotta shorty, I’m making her squirt

Grrah, Grrah-Grrah Boom Nigga

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