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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
DD Osama
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Reyes
Composer
kosfinger
Composer
SamCliffe
Composer
BeatsByDrift
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
kosfinger
Producer
SamCliffe
Producer
BeatsByDrift
Producer
Lyrics
Yes sir, baby
On The Radar Radio freestyles
Yo, DD Osama is in the building
I'ma step out, he gon' step in and kill this, a'ight?
Let's go
Grrah, grrah, grrah
Every opp shot
Grrah
Grrah-bang
Drop the fuckin' 4's, you heard
(It's Kosfinger, baby)
I'ma start it like this 'cause they all on dick
Yeah, I'm smokin' on so many deads
Fuck BK and I'm droppin' the hat
See, shh, I'ma blast
You smokin' on bro and ya other niggas jacked it
EBS, everybody shot
Don't got love for the Bronx, only love for my block
Free Keem, he was really on hots
And it's crazy, I'm up now they all on my dick
83 home, that's really my rib
Me and Notti and in the crib, really took that risk
We was creepin', itchin' for a hit
Bend blocks on feet, throw shots to the V
Tryna clear the whole scene
I call up Ddot, he throw more than three
If I spot me a nine, we put him in a ditch, grrah
Niggas is broke but they talkin' on Notti
Spin through, start flockin' for Dotty
I lost my niggas, they feelin' this pain
On the gang, let it rain
If you know then you know, bitch, we aimin' for brains
I call up Benzo, bet he go insane
And he said, "Harlem K"
But he textin' my phone for the feature
Don't talk 'bout the books, man, they not on the bleachers
He not from the court, should've never believed him
Backdoor open so don't let the opps in
I ain't comin' if I can't bring the knocks in
'Cause of my brother, for him I'm flocking
So when Notti get leaked get to blasting
Opps on dick now we gotta pack 'em
I'm a superstar totin' a bastard, grrah
I'ma start it like this 'cause they all on dick
Yeah, I'm smokin' on so many deads
Fuck BK and I'm droppin' the hat
See, shh, I'ma blast
He was talkin' on bro and ya' other niggas jacked it
EBS, everybody shot
Don't got love for the Bronx, only love for my block
Free Keem, he was really on hots
And it's crazy, I'm up now they all on my dick
83 home, that's really my rib
Me and Notti and in the crib, really took that risk
We was creepin', itchin' for a hit
Bend blocks on feet, throw shots to the V
Tryna clear the whole scene
I call up Ddot, he throw more than three
If I spot me a nine, I'll put him in a ditch, grrah-bang
Yeah man, yeah man, yeah
Writer(s): Alex Brown, David Reyes, Sam Cliffe, Oliver Seyed Nazemi
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