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Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Notti Osama
Künstler:in
DD Osama
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Ethan Reyes
Texte
David DeShaun Reyes
Texte
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
ØY
Produzent:in
Lyrics
(Kischon)
Bitch, grrah-grrah
Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah
Grrah, grrah, gang-gang
OYOGz, gang-gang-gang bitch
Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah, boom, OYOGz
Gang-gang-gang, pussy
Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom bitch
Grrah
I'ma flock at your friend, I move on to the next one
Rah Rah got hit in his neck
I got no dead mans, I got dead opps
Talk some real shit before you get head-tapped
Like, "OY, what?", you know that's us
You ain't never made nobody run
Gang, gang, gang, gang-gang
We slide to Japan, we rich in Japan
And you ain't even do that hit, so why you lyin'? And get off our dick
OY-OY I'm the shit, YG-YG, he sittin' back, I'ma turn on my beam, like, grrah
He was just bunny hopping on the scene
He got shot with two red beams
And Notti, my brother, I'm taking that risk (uh-huh) he try to run up, then he getting hit
Hol' on, what, I said he tryna run up, then he getting hit
Yo DD, it's an opp right there, we up it and flock we up it and flock
Oh yeah, that's a opp right there, his body gon' drop, his body gon' drop
And DDot with me, let's spin through the back blocks
But he started flockin' I'm off of the last shot
DD, he shooting 'til he see a dead opp
Caught him lacking, and he caught him a face shot, bitch
Hol' on, I caught him lackin', and he caught him a face shot, grrah
Baow-baow-baow
Bend a block, I'm smoking on Rah Rah, see a opp try see what this knock do
Smoke Chico and see what the Flocks do flock
Bend through the Sev, try see what Kay Flock on
Catch a opp, I'm totin' on Smitthen
What to do, we just started a mission (gang, gang, gang, gang-gang)
Y'all better move, get out the way
Y'all know what you doin' when you say, "OYK"
When I slide to your hood, I'm not coming to play (gang, gang-gang)
Catch a opp, five shots go right through his kidney
See a opp, I swear it get litty, totin' on-
Got me feelin' lil busy, totin' on-, got me feeling lil' busy, bitch
Grrah, grrah, gang-gang
Got my sister with me, she go get 'em lined
Threw his body, now he horrified
Check the muddy, this shit got me leanin'
She lookin' in my eyes and she swallow my semen
Lil' thotty in the room, she tryna shake, she shakin' a broom, hol' on
If I turn on my beam, I'm shooting like Pippen
Tact' to the gun and we get to clicking
Spin through the block like two, three chops, flock out the V, we gon' see body drop
Droppin' the 4's, I'm a 40 baby, do me a hit and skrrt off the scene
He tryna run, and I turn on my beam, if he throw a Trendy, we aim for his bean
EBK, DOA GBGK, catch a Flocka, I'ma let it spray
If I uppin' my knock, I'ma start a parade
Throw a Drilly, get shot in your face, pussy, grrah-grrah
Throw a Drilly, get shot in your face (grrah, baow, baow, bow, bitch)
I'ma flock at your friend, I move on to the next one
Rah Rah got hit in his neck
I got no dead mans, I got dead opps
Talk some real shit before you get head-tapped
Like, OY, what, you know that's us
You ain't never made nobody run
Gang, gang, gang, gang-gang
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