DD Osama, Lawsy ft. Edot Babyy - 4148 Lyrics

Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
Like, lil' Rah got clapped in the Uber, I cannot lack in the cab, I'm a shooter
(OY or no Y)
Baow, baow, baow-baow
(OY)
Edot

Miss you Notti, this shit ain't the same
Lost bro and my niggas been goin' insane (grrah-grrah)
E with the Dot put the dot on his brain
Let's spin through the opps make 'em feel this pain (on bro)
No joke, five in the mornin', I'm missin' your throat (grrah-grrah)
Ayy yo, bae put the knocks in 'ya purse
Opps come on, bro, I throw first (uh-huh, grrah-grrah)
Iced out wrist and my fingers is blingin', if I say I eat it I don't mean it
Let's spin through the 'Rey with like 2, 4 Chops
Pussy boy you talkin' gotta stop, like
On bro, grrah (pussy boy you talkin', gotta stop, like, like what)

Talk on bro, then I'm uppin' this chop
He tried to run, I threw shot after shot (grrah-grrah)
Like, they know what we do on our block
Check on the scores, like we up on the opp
Like, lil' Rah got clapped in the Uber
I cannot lack in the cab I'm a shooter (rah, rah, rah, rah, rah, rah)
Tried to get up on me, but you can't
He tried to front, but I clicked on his mans (at all)
Like stop totin' them knocks that jam (facts)
Sevsidek, spin that shit like a fan
Like DD with me, know Brodie gon' blam
Everything for Notti, we do what we can (do what we can)
Try to make it, I follow the man, like if you was him be part of the plan
Caught a opp, like Ricky he ran
I'ma spin through the 2's, we gon' chill on the land (chill on the land)
Grrah, off the Perk, bitch I get in my feelings (get in my feelings)
I was broke so I think about killin' (think about killin')
Opp thot tried to line me I ain't with it
I'ma shoot first, when I slide I'ma finish (ah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Grrah, off the perk, bitch, I get in my feelings
I was broke so I think about killin'
Opp thot tried to line me I ain't with it
I'ma shoot first, when I slide I'ma finish)

3 A.M., I'm in the hotel (hotel)
Bitch, I'm missin' you and that throat, yeah (oh, yeah, woah)
I'm in her pussy, she like, "Oh, yeah" (yeah, woah)
Bitch, I'm trappin' hard, make that dope sell
Bitch, it's like 5 A.M. in the hotel (yeah, hotel)
Kick her out for my ho, yeah (oh)
Fuck, she knock on the door, yeah
Get under the bed, baby, keep it low, yeah