Fake song dont add mashups on genius lyrics

[Intro: DD Osama & Rihanna]
(Adri on the beat, n*gga)
Yellow diamonds in the light
And we're standing side by side (Every opp shot, grrah)
As your shadow crosses mine (Suck my di*k)
Suck my di*k
What it takes to come alive (Grrah, like)
OY, like, or no Y

[Verse 1: Ice Spice]
I'm 'bout to gas him, I'm poppin' a titty (Grrah)
He lovin' the way it get sticky (Baow)
He a gangster, I let him get in me
Yeah, I feel like the baddest lil' b*tch in my city (Word)
You not a barbie, it's givin' dirty
I f*ck her up (Suck my di*k), then I get sturdy
Grrah, grrah
I don't need luck if I'm poppin' this perky

[Verse 2: DD Osama]
Lil' Ddot gon' turn on his beam (Grrah-grrah)
Don't forget that I'm still droppin' DOA (DOA-K)
Catch a Flocka, on me, he's not safe
And these n*ggas keep talkin' on Notti, I'ma spin through the Sev, I'ma catch mе a homi'
Call Dudeylo, like, yo, "What's the word?" (What's thе word?)
He got the drop, let's spin through the Third (SevSideK)
Catch me a nine, I'ma blow that, see a lil' shh
He gon' die by a poke, grrah
40s n 9s, yeah, that sh*t hit a mill' (On bro)
Don't forget about Dead Opps (Grrah)
n*gga Dougie, he ran, caught a leg-shot (Leg-shot)
Spin through The Bronx, tryna make a new dead opp, like (Grrah-grrah)
Still tappin' my neck 'cause that fat n*gga dead (JB)
And Rah got put right to bed (Rah Rah)
Two dead n*ggas but one from the Sev
[Verse 3: Ice Spice & DD Osama]
These b*tches ain't from where I'm from (Grrah)
I'm from the X, beat on a b*tch like it's fun (Like it's fun)
Damn, I'm so pretty and young
They say I'm next, like, "Ice Spice, you really the one" (I'm next)
Okay, she mad 'cause I'm takin' her spot
b*tches be needin' n*ggas to get hot, like (Like, what?)
b*tch, I'm a baddie, I'm used to the spotlight (Grrah-grrah)
Don't you compare me to b*tches I'm not, like (Suck my di*k)
Grrah, I got issues
Think I'm a b*tch, then come see what this b*tch do
You hop out the V and I promise I'll blitz you
If you not my n*gga then why would I kiss you? (Why would I kiss you?)
You crazy? You stupid?
Give you my heart, like, you better not lose it (Suck my di*k, facts)
f*ck on ya bro, like, this sh*t is amusin' (OY, or no Y, word, grrah)

[Verse 4: DD Osama]
JayRipK saw the car, yeah, he should've fled
Grrah, grrah
Now I'm back on my bullsh*t (On grrah)
Catch a opp, I empty out the full clip
n*ggas be chattin' but don't ever do sh*t, like
R-Roll up a dead opp in a new spliff
n*gga, Nazzy, yeah, he shootin' (Nazzy)
Mixin' the Rippy with JB
Why the f*ck these n*ggas got me lazy? (Grrah)
TG chattin', got him scared, what we do (On bro)
Stop talkin' on Notti, you fool
5th to the Sev, y'all sh*t look cool
Hope I see them when I bend through (Grrah)
Yellin', "Notti Gang" when I'm in the booth (Grrah)
Catch a Six, swept 'em with a broom, like (On bro, like), grrah
[Verse 5: Ice Spice]
Sayin' you love me, then show that
Old friends, they watchin', they sendin' me throwbacks
Soon as I make it, they know I can't go back
I got feelings, but I never show 'em
I don't talk about it, I just smoke 'em
Goin' through sh*t, I don't think, I just go numb
Soon as I hop in the booth, I'ma go numb, grrah

[Verse 6: DD Osama]
Catch a Six, swept 'em with a broom, b*tch
All these n*ggas, they mad 'cause I'm up ('Cause I'm up)
Like, f*ck it, it's up and it's stuck
Youssef a b*tch, he got shot in the back
Keep talkin' on Notti, I'ma send ya ass up (On bro)
Totin' the 30, why the f*ck would I lack? (Why would I lack?)
Mr. Leave-A-n*gga-On-His-Back
Thr-Throw shots, pass off, get low from the scene
Lil' Ddot gon' turn on his beam (Grrah)

[Outro: Ice Spice]
I'ma get rich and that's word to my mother (Grrah)
I'ma get rich and that's word to my mother