Dead Opps DD Osama (Ft. Notti Osama)

[Intro: Notti Osama]
(Elvis)
(Yo, Nonzo, turn this up)
(Ransom, you fucked 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 fourteen with a Glock on my side (Grrah)
If I catch me an opp, bullets rip through his spine (Grrah, grrah, grrah)

[Verse 1: DD Osama]
Ayo, 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)