Let’s Do It - DD Osama ft. Dee Play4Keeps

Hrrah, hrrah (Ah)

Every opp shot, rrah

Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah-grrah

Get that nigga (OY)

It's that Dee Play4Keeps nigga Os up, never Gz, you heard? (Ayo, Eli, what the fuck?)

Y'all niggas know what the fuck goin' on, man

It's that DD nigga (Osama shit)

Now look, uh-huh, get that nigga

OY, OY, OY

Grrah, bang

Os, let's do it, yeah (Grrah-grrah)

Grrah, Os, let's do it

Os, let's, now hol' on, uh-huh, ah

They like, "Sha Gz, you on what?" Like your mans ain't get shot in the butt (Grrah, grrah)

Keep talkin' on Notti, can't wait 'til I see you, I'ma have your stomach lookin' see-through

Woo, Rah-Rah (Lotti), one got poked and the other got shot in his māthā (Māthā)

Like, these niggas is dirty and bummy

Catch me a bunny, we gon' make him hop

Oh, let's do it like Waka, cook a nigga like it's pasta (Grrah, grrah)

Heard it's 2 through the 8, they get flocked

They totin' on guns, don't spin no blocks (Boom)

She let me put it right on her titty (Ah, right in her)

We the face of Harlem, Os up, never Gz, we runnin' the city

Talk on Notti, know Lefty ran Ricky, dickhead (Ricky)

And I'm ReywayK, catch a Crip, you know I'ma spray (Grrah)

C Blu a kid, shot himself with the blick (Grrah)

I know Rippy ran Rick and he died (Died)

Opp thot, she wastin' my time (Grrah)

Smokin' Nazzy, got sent to the sky (Nazzy)

But C-HII really get me lit, C-HII really get me high (C-HII)

Yeah, like, Os, let's do it (Uh-huh)

Hop out, we gon' shoot 'em (Gon' shoot 'em)

Run down, gang gon' boom 'em

Yeah, like, Os, let's do it

Os, let's do, Os, let's do

Os, let's, Os, let's do (Grrah-grrah)

I feel lil' DD, I love him a lot

Try to run up, I flock through the 'Cleezy (I flock through the 'Cleezy)

Opp thot, she movin' too kinky, hit once, the pussy was stinky

Let's do it, let's do it

Step in the party, everybody geek to our music

And for Honcho and Notti and Country, we do this

We the Os, like, how is we losin'?

Too tact', make that nigga back up (On bro)

Throw a shot if he yellin' out, "Hats up"

Spin through the Nick, he get hit with the Makk truck (LVK)

Okay, let's see what he on, he was talkin' on bro, now he in a song

Heard it's bigger than that

Nigga run up, then I'm flickin' his hat

Lil' thottie a fan, she was jackin' the opps so that bitch got slapped

No, I can't go out like Matt, I stay with my gat

Rah-Rah, Lotti, Lani, Frost, packed (Ah)

Any opp that I saw, I was quick to react

Lil' Mo Kartii didn't get back, so y'all need to stop all the cap

Off the liquor, she throwing it back

Ayo, Eli, what the fuck? Like, how many niggas got put in a blunt?

We smoke Lotti, that nigga Runtz (That nigga Runtz)

She say I'm cocky, she gotta front

Opp thot tryna line me, she gon' die with me and my gun

Let off two, why they run?

Everything for Notti, this shit not for fun, like

Yeah (Yeah), Os, let's do it

Hop out, we gon' shoot 'em (Gon' shoot 'em)

Run down, gang gon' boom 'em

Yeah, like, Os, let's do it

Os, let's, like, Os, let's do it (Grrah-grrah)

Yeah, (Yeah), Os, let's do it (Uh-huh)

Hop out, we gon' shoot 'em (Gon' shoot 'em)

Run down, gang gon' boom 'em

Yeah, like, Os, let's do it

Os, let's do, like, like

Os, let's, Os, let's do it (Grrah-grrah)

Like, get that, grrah, get that nigga

Yo, DD, get that nigga (OY, OY)

Os up, never Gz, you heard?

Lil' thottie, she keepin' my music