Текст песни 40s N 9s - DD Osama

You my baby, for you I'ma end 'em (grrah)
40s and 9s, I bet we gon' stretch 'em (grrah-grrah)
Good hair, good body, good face
The way you be lookin' just makes my day (grrah)
Light skin shorty, she made a parade
All eyes on her but she on the way (grrah, like, grrah)
All eyes on her but she on the way

Yo, Notti, throw-throw-throw
We catch a YG then we gotta blow (everything is dead)
So me, I'ma take that throne
Fuck Kay Flock, he ain't comin' home
If he do then we takin' his life
Word to my O, I'ma up that pipe
SevsideK, I'm smokin' on Rite

Tell them niggas, "Get back, " 'cause I know they ain't hype
Yo, E with the dot, creep, creep
Tryna put a Flocka right to sleep
Everything dead if he yell DOA (DOAK)
Watch him run, I'ma pick up the pace
I'ma get so close I'ma take off his face
Grrah-grrah, like

I'ma get so close I'ma take off his face
(Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Grrah, hop in the V, go ku'
Call up JJ he throw 'em like two
Free Movelook and free AT

When they home, yeah, I know they gon' geek
And I'm still smokin' all deads
If you want red then come to my side
And I'm just droppin' YG and Sevside cus' they talk on they guys

Now let's talk on the facts (ahh)
C-HII dead and he stuck in a pack
Smokin' on Rippy, got shots to his back (Rippy)
And we up on the score and we smoke Matt Sav (grrah-grrah, boom)
2WooK, yeah, know that they mad
Fuck that, I'ma youngin, I'm totin' this grip

If he try to run up I'ma blick (DD with me, he totin' a grip)
And you know this shit no joke
Try to run up and you know I'ma throw (grrah-grrah, boom)
Can't go out, like, bad like shh
Nigga got hit, how the fuck he survive? (Matt Sav)
Smokin' shh, that boy in the sky

DD with me and you know he won't let up (grrah, grrah-grrah)
Catch a opp, shoot him through the sweater
I can't wait 'til I catch me a Gunna
Spin through the 8, they be duckin' for cover
Ask how much times they done seen me this summer (80K)

Bend through the Two, we bend through the Nick
Can't forget lil' shh got hit (damn)
Smokin' on Matt, this shit got a kick
Everything dead, yeah, I'm uppin' this blick
Glah, glah
Everything dead, yeah, I'm uppin' this blick

You my baby, for you I'ma end 'em
40s and 9s, I bet we gon' stretch 'em (stretch 'em)
Good hair, good body, good face
The way you be lookin' just makes my day
Light skin shorty, she made a parade
All eyes on her but she on the way (grrah-grrah)
All eyes on her but she on the way (everything dead)

(Suck my dick, nigga)
(It's that DD, nigga)
(OY or no Y, grrah-grrah)
It's that Lil' Ddot nigga, man, everything dead