Lyrics Dead Opps - Notti Osama , DD Osama

(Elvis)
(Yo, Nanzo, turn this up)
(Ransom, you fucked this up)
Grrah, grrah
Every opp shot
Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah, like
OY, like
Grrah

I don't care if he Blood or he Crip
If he jackin' the opps, anybody get hit
Bitch, I'm a demon, all I do is click
For 83, the Devil, i'ma let it rip
C-HII had died, nobody gon' slide
I'm a devil, just look at my eyes
I'm only 14 wit' a Glock on my side
If I catch me an opp, bullets rip through his spine

Ayo Notti, just creep
Fuck all the knocks, beat him out his sneaks
Talkin' on bro, could get left on the scene
Got a grip, blue dot, good beam
Setty, your mom, she a bum and a fiend
Do her dirty, put her on her knees
Bro came home and hе still wanna squeeze
Opp niggas got shot and took it on the hop
Spin back, all black and flock
Bitch, we thеm 'ooters, runnin' from the cops
I can never lack, bitch, no way
Me and Notti, we blitz both way
'Til he spot 'em a Drilly, he click, he spray
Spot 'em a-, he clickin'
(Spot 'em a-, he clickin' Spot 'em a Drilly, he clickin', spray)

If get heavy, it get messy
Try to run up, hit him and his bestie
Spin the eight and we lookin' for Nesty
I spot 'em, I got 'em, send him to his bestie
When I hop out the V, let it squeeze
Spin 8-OH, tryna catch me a Gz
We sip Henny, no, we don't sip muddy
He can get shot if he hop like a bunny
Like, the kid is a demon, hit a six, he'll spin for no reason
JJ the six, pop out, only season
He'll 'oot, have a nigga wheezin', like
And bro from the six, you can tell, he ain't goin' for shit
Bro spot a, shh, get beat wit' the-
Bro spot a-, get beat wit' the blick, grrah

I don't care if he Blood or he Crip
If he jackin' the opps, anybody get hit
Bitch, I'm a demon, all I do is click
For AD the Devil, i'ma let it rip
C-Hii had died, nobody gon' slide
I'm a devil, just look at my eyes
I'm only 14 wit' a Glock on my side
If I catch me an opp, bullets rip through his spine

Every opp shot, nigga
Suck my dick
Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah
Grrah, grrah-grrah
Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah