DD Osama – Without You
Grrah, like, what?Every opp shotOsama shit, nigga, gangGrrah, grrahStop tryna-, like, what?Like, OYO-, like, OYOGrrah, grrah-grrah, boom
Better without you, just me and my chromeI’m like, “Baby, just leave me alone” (grrah-grrah, damn)Pop out the cut just to see what he on (on bro)If he move, he get one in his dome (grrah-grrah, boom)She act bad, she act boujee (grrah)Off the ‘Migos, she shakin’ that booty (booty)Like shake that, girlYou my ride or die bitch, tryna give you the world (like, shake that shit)Is you flockin’ for me? (On bro)Is you ridin’ for me? Is you dyin’ wit’ me? (Damn)Got some opps I been dyin’ to see (like, grrah-grrah)Let’s take a trip, stop hidin’ from me (word)Keep it on me, they plottin’ on meLike, everything dead, I ain’t coppin’ the plea’s (grrah-grrah, boom)See the opps, I’ma flock at the VLike, I throw eight, DD flock fifteen (on bro)
Yeah, they say I be thuggin’ a lot (grrah, like, what?)Yeah, they say I be buggin’ a lot (grrah)I keep me a chop, can’t go out like Rah (Rah Rah)Learned that when he got shot (damn)And I’m on my bullshit (like)2022, I’m ’bout to go stupid (on bro)Whole gang comin’ upO to the Y, we move ruthless, like (what?)You say you tryna pack you a OYBut you ran on your mans then he died (Lotti)EFS, while we spin the SevsideGot a gun on my hip wit’ a sight (grrah-grrah, boom)Never lack, can’t go out like NazzyI see a opp, yeah, I’m shootin’ like Scottie (damn)Notti he wit’ me, gon’ oot wit’ his right (like, he)He spot a opp, he takin’ they life (grrah)See a Gz I’ma up on my gun (on bro)Do that hit then go on a run (grrah-grrah, damn)DD don’t play, he’ll do it for fun (like, like)He spot a opp, he makin’ them run
Grrah, grrah, grrah, every opp shot (grrah-grrah, boom)Every opp shot (like), nigga (like)Suck my dick (grrah)
We ride four deep in the VTwo O’s in the back, one knock each seat (on bro)Got a bop and she suckin’ the teamAnd it’s still free the rock he ain’t coppin’ the plea (bitch)Me and Notti be totin’ berettasIf we see a opp, he get poked through the sweaterGrrah, grrah (grrah-grrah-grrah)If we see a opp, he get poked through the sweaterAyo JJ, actin’ ku’ with the deuceHe could get shot if he jackin’ the twoWord to my mother, I’ma up it and-I said word to my mother, I’ma up it and boomAnd niggas be chattin’ like they make the rules (like, what?)Why they rap about shit they ain’t do?Smokin’ on Rah, he got hit in his headCatch Sha, put the beam to his dreads
Grrah, grrah, like, every opp shot, damnSuck my dick, like, mm-mm-mmm
Better without you, just me and my chrome (better without you, just me and my chrome)I’m like, “Baby, just leave me alone” (I’m like, “Baby, just leave me alone”)Pop out the cut just to see what he onIf he move, he get one in his domeShe act bad, she act boujee (she act bad, she act boujee)Off the ‘Migos, she shakin’ that booty (off the migos she shakin’ that booty)Like shake that, girlYou my ride or die bitch, tryna give you the world, grrah(You my ride or die bitch, tryna give you the world, grrah)
Got some opps I been dyin’ to seeLet’s take a trip, stop hidin’ from meKeep it on me, they plottin’ on me
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