DD Osama and Notti Osama - Killshot

(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 hoppin' on the scene
He got shot with two red beams
And Notti, my brother, I'm takin' that risk (uh, huh)
He try to run up, then he gettin' hit
Hol' on, what, I said he tryna run up, then he gettin' hit

Yo DD, it's an opp right there, we up it and flock we up it and flock
Oh yea, that's a opp right there, his body gon' drop, his body gon' drop
And DDot with me, lets spin through the back blocks
But he started flockin' I'm off of the last shot
DD, he shootin' 'til he see a dead opp
Caught him lackin' and he caught him a face shot, bitch
Hol' on, I caught him lackin' and he caught him a face shot, grrrah
Bow-bow-bow

Bend a block, I'm smokin' 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 Smith &
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 comin' 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 feelin' 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 shootin' like Pippen
Tact' to the gun and we get to clickin'
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, baow, 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

Written by:
Andre Neves, David Veiga

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Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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