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Dead Opps (feat. Notti Osama) Lyrics


Dd Osama Dead Opps (feat. Notti Osama)

[Intro: Notti Osama]
(Elvis)
(Yo, Nonzo, turn this up)
(Ransom, you f..cked this up)
Grrah, grrah
Every opp shot, like
Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah, like
OY, like
Gang-gang, nigga, grrah

[Chorus: Notti Osama]
I don't care if he Blood or he Crip
If he jackin' the opps, anybody get hit (Grrah)
Bitch, I'm a demon, all I do is click
For 83, the Devil, I'ma let it rip (Grrah-grrah, boom)
C-HII had died, nobody gon' slide (C-HII)
I'm a devil, just look at my eyes
I'm only 14 wit' a Glock on my side (Grrah)
If I catch me an opp, bullets rip through his spine (Grrah-grrah-grrah)
[Verse 1: DD Osama]
Ayy yo, Notti, just creep
Fuck all the knocks, beat him out his sneaks
Talkin' on bro, could get left on the scene (Like)
Got a grip, blue dot, good beam (Grrah-grrah)
Setty, your mom, she a bum and a fiend
Do her dirty, put her on her knees
Bro came homе and he still wanna squeeze (Grrah-grrah)
Opp niggas got shot and took it on a hop
Spin back, all black and flock (Like)
Bitch, wе them ooters runnin' from the cops (Grrah)
I can never lack, bitch, no way (Like)
Me and Notti, we blitz both ways (Grrah-grrah)
JJ spot him a Drilly, he click, he spray (Grrah)
He spot him a— (Grrah), he clickin' (Grrah)
He spot him a— (Grrah), he clickin', like (Grrah-grrah)
Spot him a Drilly, he clickin', he spray (Grrah-grrah)

[Verse 2: Notti Osama]
It get heavy, it get messy
Try to run up, hit him and his bestie (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Spin the 8 and we lookin' for Nesty (I'm what?)
I spot 'em, I got 'em, send him to his bestie (Grrah-grrah, boom)
When I hop out the V, let it squeeze
Spin 8OH, tryna catch me a Gz
We sip Henny, no, we don't sip muddy (Muddy)
He can get shot if he hop like a bunny (Bunny)
Like, the kid is a demon
Hit a six, he'll spin for no reason
JJ the six, pop out every season (Grrah-grrah)
He'll oot, have a nigga wheezin', like
And bro from the six (Like, what?)
You can tell, he ain't goin' for shit
Bro spot a shh, get beat wit' the—
Bro spot a—, get beat wit' the blick, grrah
[Chorus: Notti Osama]
I don't care if he Blood or he Crip
If he jackin' the opps, anybody get hit (Grrah)
Bitch, I'm a demon, all I do is click (Grrah)
For 83, the Devil, I'ma let it rip
C-HII had died, nobody gon' slide (C-HII)
I'm a devil, just look at my eyes
I'm only 14 wit' a Glock on my side
If I catch me an opp, bullets rip through his spine (Grrah-grrah-grrah)

[Outro: Notti Osama]
Every opp shot, nigga
Suck my dick
Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah
Grrah, grrah-grrah
Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah


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