🎵 Blast // by Notti Osama

20 ContributorsBlast Lyrics [Intro: Justin Bieber, Notti Osama & DD Osama] My mama don't like you and she likes everyone Grrah, grrah, every opp shot, nigga And I never like to admit that I was wrong Suck my dick, it's that Notti nigga, man, gang And I've been so caught up in my job (Niggas know the vibes, man), didn't see what's going on Grrah, grrah boom Niggas know the vibes, man, grrah-grrah But now I know, I'm better sleeping on my own 'Cause if you like the way you look that much (Elvis) Suck my dick nigga, DD with me Oh baby, you should go and love yourself Every opp shot, niggas know the vibes, grrah-grrah, boom And if you think that I'm still holdin' on to somethin' Every opp shot, nigga, OY here, fuck outta here You should go and love yourself (Ayo, Silent, you the realest) [Chorus: Notti Osama] Double O wit' me, he quick to attack In the V, two O’s, don’t lack (Don’t lack) Bend through the Nick tryna catch me a Makk Like, chase down gang, put the beam to his hat (Hat) DD gon' flock 'til he fall on his back (Grrah) Bunda my brother, for him, let it blast (Let it blast) Yus Gz tried to run and got shot in his ass (Ass) Lil' bitch, like, go get back (Lil' bitch, go get back) Gun on my hip, shit ready to clap (Grrah-Grrah) When we spin, leave him done where he at See me a Gunna, turn him to a pack Like, Rah be my brother, go fifty for fifty See a Flocka, on bro, it get litty You scream, "OY", she poppin' her titty (OY) She a leg, so she can't get with me I can’t leave my house if I don’t got my Sitchy [Verse: Notti Osama & Mel Guap] 'Cause these pussy niggas tryin' to get— Like, bitch, I'm the O, and I'm clutchin' my Semi They like, "Notti, you on hots?" I catch a Flocka, make sure he drop Bitch, I'm a demon clutchin' on this knock They like "Notti be buggin', tryna tell 'em stop" But I'm takin' that trip, like And I'm takin' that risk He tried to run up, on bro, he get hit(Grrah, grrah-grrah) We some 'ooters, we buggin' and dumpin' on shit (Grrah) See a Gz, let's squeeze, he get took off the list (Grrah-grrah, boom) How you drop my shit K? You ain't never do shit Can’t forget about Rah, he got left the whip (Rah Rah) And these bitches they stay the mix? (Like what?) And that's why I don't care about your city Got a knocka, it stay on my hip (on my hip) Tell a Bunny that [?] trip Die 'Gz, get 'em gone Tryna show 'em who really put on Thotties buggin', geekin' on my song I know Notti, he up it and gettin' 'em gone Like a beat, get left in the back I know opps that I seen, made 'em run like it's track All they do on the 'net is just sit back and chat When I see them in person, that shit was an act I got opps who ain't never get back I'm with Joe, we gon' slide 'til he up, all black I know [?] get 'em took off the map No pills, spin the 'Gz, tryna make me a pack [?] That can never be me, [?] let that shit clap [?] like he takin' a nap Head tap, he ain't never gon' wake up from that He on hots, but that pole was on froze, so what the fuck he really on? They on nothin', they just bluffin' When he see me, it's end of discussion How he runnin'? I ain't even start uppin' And these bullets so hot, pick him up like an oven I'm with Dee, for my brothers, I'm clutchin' All my opps really broke and they always duckin' [Chorus: Notti Osama] Double O wit' me, he quick to attack In the V, two O's, don't lack Bend through the Nick tryna catch me a Makk Like, chase down gang, put the beam to his hat DD gon' flock 'til he fall on his back Bunda my brother, for him, let it blast Yus Gz tried to run and got shot in his ass Lil' bitch, like, go get back Gun on my hip, shit ready to clap When we spin, leave him done where he at See me a Gunna, turn him to a pack Like, Rah be my brother, go fifty for fifty See a Flocka, on bro, it get litty You scream, "OY", she poppin' a titty (OY) She a leg, so she can't get with me I can’t leave my house if I don’t got my Sitchy