Rule No. 1 DD Osama

[Intro]
Know what the fuck goin' on, nigga
The future
14, 17
(That's nasty)
Bow, bow-bow
(Yo, Lucas, you heard?)
Bow, bow-bow

[Verse 1]
Like, why is they playin' wit' my body? (Like, what?)
What they smokin' on Notti? (No, they not)
Like, what they smokin' on Dot? (No, they not)
If they smokin' on bro, send 'em up with Lotti (Lotti)
I remember them nights, takin' trips (I remember)
Me and Notti totin' on that stick, saw an opp, threw a shot, and we made 'em run Rick, like
He was buggin', tryin' to make 'em a spliff (Bow, bow-bow, on bro)
Niggas be actin' real crazy, like
Like, whole time, they not
When I bring out my .30, I pass it to Loc, cause I know he gon' get 'еm, he gon get 'em shot (Bow, bow-bow)
'mеmber days posted up on the Ave, young lil nigga tryna get 'em a bag
He ain't have nun', so he had to go trap, started buggin', and flippin' them packs
Nowadays, see the face of this shit, he can go to Dior, get whatever he get
Can't a nigga say nothin', 'cause he buy his own shit
Saw the opps in the V, they ain't parkin' that whip (Bow, bow)
They ain't parkin' that whip, like
He gon' tweak, he gon' throw about 6
He lost his brother, he ain't goin' for shit
Before they take a hit, put one in the spliff (Put one in the spliff, nigga)