Testo Evil Twins, Pt. 2 - Sugarhill Ddot feat. Notti Osama
Testo della canzone Evil Twins, Pt. 2 (Sugarhill Ddot feat. Notti Osama), tratta dall'album 1st Side of the Story
Grrah, shh, every opp shot
Osama shit, suck my dick, nigga, grrah, grrah, grrah, boom
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
It's that lil' Ddot nigga (Gkay on the track)
OY (ay, J1, that's flames, my bro)
Nigga, suck my dick, every opp shot, like
Niggas know the vibes, grrah, grrah, boom, OY (it's that DD nigga)
Yo, Ddot, just move (grrah), I'ma up it and click at his crew (grrah, grrah)
Scream, "RPT," you get put on the news, no Flockas allowed, bullets flock to them too (DOAK)
And y'all niggas keep dissin' on OY (OY), that's why MS and Lotti had both died (Lotti)
Don't run, don't trip, like, scream, "DOA," DD, pass me the grip (grrah, grrah, grrah)
Yeah, I fuck with some Makks, I fuck with some Trendies, but the DOA niggas is deady (DOAK)
He tried to run up, got hit with my lefty, talk on bro, nigga, it get deadly
It's lil' Ddot, you know how I'm comin', catch me an opp, yeah, I'm dumpin' in public (grrah, grrah)
He get shot if he yell out, "What's gunnin'?" spin through the opps, niggas know how we comin' (grrah, grrah)
Lil Kurt got shot in his face (face shot), and Matt got spliffed for the day (Matt Sav)
When I bend, you know I don't play, see me a Flocka, you know I'ma spray (every Flocka shot)
Yeah, they think 'cause I'm young, when I see him, 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 (grrah, grrah, grrah)
Bando on dick, that boy got shot, nigga stay in the T's, they don't come to my block
See an opp, we gon' blast him, clap him, try to run up, you get turned into ashes (grrah, grrah, boom)
Me and Notti like Curry and Klay, try to run up, you get shot in your face (boom)
On the block, yeah, I'm totin' on Kelly, if shit gettin' heavy, get shot in your belly (grrah)
Smokin' JB, got left by the deli (JB), niggas know how we really be comin'
Drop the O, you get shot in your muffin, smokin' on Lotti, that boy got me bussin' (OY or no Y)
If he jack DOA, I'ma add a K (DOAK), told my ooter to slide, came right away (grrah)
Got a 9 on my side, so pray today (shh), I'm with gang to spin any day (any day)
Drop the O, put an O in your fuckin' face, Ddot with me, and you know he won't hesitate
JB tried to run, but the fat nigga tripped, smokin' on Nazzy, mix it with the 'Rip
Rah Rah had died in the back of the whip (Rah Rah), please don't say, "Don't run, don't trip"
'Cause they know my bop, I ain't runnin' from shit, if I call up DD, you know he gon' blitz (grrah, grrah)
See an opp, he get blicked through the sweater (grrah), Notti, he with me, you know he won't let up
Me and bro two deep in the spot, you try to run up, then we makin' it hot
Yo, Ddot, just move, I'ma up it and click at his crew (grrah, grrah, boom)
Scream, "RPT," you get put on the news (RPTK), no Flockas allowed, bullets flock to them too (every Flocka shot)
And y'all niggas keep dissin' on OY (OY), that's why MS and Lotti had both died (Lotti)
Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom, nigga, suck my dick
It's that Notti Osama nigga
Niggas know how we rockin', man
Every opp shot, man, suck my dick, nigga
Give a fuck who you jackin', nigga
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Writer(s): Darrian Jimenez
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