DD Osama - Bonnie & Clyde

(SethGotTheWaves)
Everything for Notti
Forever 14
(Ayy, Junwaa)

Like, bitch, I'm a O, so I ride wit' a knock
Sit back, can't lack
Notti wit' me gotta tell him relax
We dump at the opps and they haven't got back
Four deep, we totin' on straps
Rari and Bando, for them I'ma clap, like, yeah
I said Rari and Bando, for them I'ma clap

And Roddy, you know that's the blood
Call up that boy, he gon' slide with the slugs
Mention gang then you must be tough
We could clear out ya' block, we gon' show up
But all ya' niggas know the vibe
If we see y'all face, we dump, y'all duck
Grrah, grrah, like, we dump, y'all duck
Had to hop on this beat, go ku'
They said, "DD, go up, do you"
Stackin' my bread, they soon to be blues
Road to the riches, I'll be there soon
But I'm still screamin', "Free the demons"
The ones locked down, in there for a reason
Brodie was click-clicking he was squeezin'
On bro, next nigga ain't see him
Got a Glock wit' a beam and a switcher
Point it at niggas who got six figures
Dare a pussy nigga try to act
I'ma up back out my pipe then aim it at his back
But it's time to cool off wit' that
Tryna get to the the bread and just fill up a bag
Like, yeah, tryna fill up a bag
Right beside on all these darkest days
Take one of my niggas, slidin' right away
Make a movie so we can get paid
Tryna get out the streets, this shit ain't no safe
So the bros throw shells, don't play
'Cause this is real life, this is not a game
Told mama, "We good, I just made a way"
On bro, just wait

That's on me, I'ma cop me a Carti'
I'ma be famous and throw mad parties
And I'm always stickin' with my muddy
Notti my brother, for him, I go dummy
Back then I was bummy no money
Now bitches on me, they dubs, they funny
Grrah, grrah
Now bitches on me, they dubs, they funny
Ayo Bopo, throw four
I'ma hang out the window, throw more
JJ click 'til he on the floor
Boy, if he ain't got chop, we show no remorse
And these niggas keep dissin' my block
Like, come, let's play, I got my knock
My niggas we gettin' shit hot, I put that on bro
They up it and flock
Opp niggas be cappin' in songs
Let's talk facts, I ain't seen y'all perform
Two-three shots, have a nigga leanin'
Take his bitch, have her swallow my semen
Pour me a deuce or a eight in a cup
And that bitch, she actin' like a slut
She know my bod', Mr. I-Keep-It-Tucked
She said, "Run into DD, then you outta luck"

Like, bitch, I'm a O, so I ride wit' a knock
Sit back, can't lack
Notti wit' me gotta tell him relax
We dump at the opps and they haven't got back
Four deep, we totin' on straps
Rari and Bando, for them I'ma clap, like, yeah
I said Rari and Bando, for them I'ma clap

Like, bitch, I'm a O, so I ride wit' a knock
Sit back, can't lack
Notti wit' me gotta tell him relax
We dump at the opps and they haven't got back
Four deep, we totin' on straps
Rari and Bando, for them I'ma clap, like, yeah
I said Rari and Bando, for them I'ma clap
Grrah, grrah
Grrah-grrah-grrah
Y'all know what the fuck goin' on, it's that DD nigga
Everything 4 Notti
Grrah, grrah

Written by:
Aaron Junior Wrighting, David Reyes

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