Evil Twins pt. 2 Mashup lyrics

[Chorus - Notti Osama]
Yo Ddot, just move
I'ma up it and click at his crew
Scream, "RPT", you get put in the news
No Flockas allowed, bullets flock to them too
And y'all n*ggas keep dissin' the OY
That's why MS and Lotti have both died

[Verse 1 - Notti Osama]
Don't run, don't trip
Like, scream, "DOA", DD, pass me the grip
Yeah, I f*ck with some Makks, I f*ck with some Trendy's
But the DOA n*ggas is deady (DOAK)
He tried to run up, got hit with my lefty
Talk on bro, n*gga, I get deadly

[Verse 2 - SugarHill Ddot]
It's Lil' Ddot, you know how I'm comin'
Catch me an opp, yeah, I'm dumpin' in public
He get shot if he yellin', "What's gunnin'?"
Spin through the opps, n*ggas know how we comin'
Lil' Curt got shot in his face, and Matt got spliffed for the day
When I bend, you know I don't play
See me a Flocka, you know i'ma spray
Yeah, they think 'cause I'm young
When I see 'em, he know that I'm really gon' dump
How they talkin' on bro but they never did nothin'
Big chop, you know i'ma up it
[Verse 3 - Notti Osama]
Bando a di*k, that boy got shot
n*gga stay in the T's, they don't come to my block (OY or no Y)
If he jack DOA, I'ma add a K
Told my 'ooter to slide, came right away
Got a .9 on my side so pray today
I'ma gate to a spin any-day
Drop the O, put an O in ya' f*ckin' face
Ddot wit' me, and you know he won't hesitate
JB tried to run but the fat n*gga tripped
Smokin' on Nazzy, mix him wit' the Rip
Rah-Rah had died in the back of the whip
Please don't say, "Don't run, don't trip"
JB tried to run but the fat n*gga tripped
Smokin' on Nazzy, mix him wit' the Rip
Rah-Rah had died in the back of the whip
Please don't say, "Don't run, don't trip"

[Chorus - Notti Osama]
Yo Ddot, just move
I'ma up it and click at his crew
Scream, "RPT", you get put in the news
No Flockas allowed, bullets flock to them too
And y'all n*ggas keep dissin' the OY
That's why MS and Lotti have both died
[Verse 4 - Notti Osama]
Don't run, don't trip
Like, scream, "DOA", DD, pass me the grip
Yeah, I f*ck with some Makks, I f*ck with some Trendy's
But the DOA n*ggas is deady (DOAK)
He tried to run up, got hit with my lefty
Talk on bro, n*gga, I get deadly

[Verse 5 - SugarHill Ddot]
It's Lil' Ddot, you know how I'm comin'
Catch me an opp, yeah, I'm dumpin' in public
He get shot if he yellin', "What's gunnin'?"
Spin through the opps, n*ggas know how we comin'