Dead Opps Pt. 2 lyrics

[Intro: Notti Osama]
(Elvis)
(Yo, Nonzo, turn this up)
(Ransom, you f*cked this up)
Grrah, grrah
Every opp shot, like
Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah, like
OY, like
Gang-gang, n*gga, grrah

[Chorus: Notti Osama]
I don't care if he Blood or he Crip
If he jackin' the opps, anybody get hit (Grrah)
b*tch, I'm a demon, all I do is click
For 83, the Devil, I'ma let it rip (Grrah-grrah, boom)
C-HII had died, nobody gon' slide (C-HII)
I'm a devil, just look at my eyes
I'm only 14 wit' a Glock on my side (Grrah)
If I catch me an opp, bullets rip through his spine (Grrah-grrah-grrah)

[Verse 1: DD Osama]
Ayy yo, Notti, just creep
f*ck all the knocks, beat him out his sneaks
Talkin' on bro, could get left on the scene (Like)
Got a grip, blue dot, good beam (Grrah-grrah)
Setty, your mom, she a bum and a fiend
Do her dirty, put her on her knees
Bro came home and he still wanna squeeze (Grrah-grrah)
Opp n*ggas got shot and took it on a hop
Spin back, all black and flock (Like)
b*tch, we them ooters runnin' from the cops (Grrah)
I can never lack, b*tch, no way (Like)
Me and Notti, we blitz both ways (Grrah-grrah)
JJ spot him a Drilly, he click, he spray (Grrah)
He spot him a— (Grrah), he clickin' (Grrah)
He spot him a— (Grrah), he clickin', like (Grrah-grrah)
Spot him a Drilly, he clickin', he spray (Grrah-grrah)
[Verse 2: Notti Osama]
It get heavy, it get messy
Try to run up, hit him and his bestie (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Spin the 8 and we lookin' for Nesty (I'm what?)
I spot 'em, I got 'em, send him to his bestie (Grrah-grrah, boom)
When I hop out the V, let it squeeze
Spin 8OH, tryna catch me a Gz
We sip Henny, no, we don't sip muddy (Muddy)
He can get shot if he hop like a bunny (Bunny)
Like, the kid is a demon
Hit a six, he'll spin for no reason
JJ the six, pop out every season (Grrah-grrah)
He'll oot, have a n*gga wheezin', like
And bro from the six (Like, what?)
You can tell, he ain't goin' for sh*t
Bro spot a shh, get beat wit' the—
Bro spot a—, get beat wit' the blick, grrah

[Chorus: Edot Babyy]
Can't go, can't lack
I keep a knock and I'm quick to attack
b*tch, it's stuck to my hip, that's a fact
I do drills and the opps make tracks
Plus these n*ggas be chillin' wit' rats
I don't got the gun, he get beat wit' the stat
Like, off the yerky, Roscoe the driver
Chop got kick, somethin' like soccer
Said you smokin' on bro so we smokin' ya' poppa
I catch Yus Gz, I'ma flock 'em
Like, got ran down, it's a man down, now here all the cops come
See another opp, I'm like, "We got one"
I'ma hang out the backseat, drop 'em, grrah
b*tch, it's still bangin' for bro
Everything dead when you drop me O