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[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
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