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letra de danny block - lil zay osama

[intro]
ayy, ayy (brr, brrr)
once again
steppin’ on these n-ggas head man, (steppin’ on these b-tch ass)
gettin’ in between these b-tches legs, man
ayy, ayy

[verse 1]
what we doin’? (what we doin’?)
ayy, steppin’ on these n-ggas heads
every day a new opp dead
every day a different glock
p-ssyboy know how i play it
i hope this song right here don’t get in the hands of the feds (hope it don’t get to the feds, man)
ayy, i just got a brand new glock
with a fifty and a switch (with a fifty and a switch)
i just popped one of my opps
i’m finna go do another hit (i’m finna go do another hit)
i don’t givе a f-ck ’bout this money
i just bought foe nem somе sticks (bought foe nem some sticks)
i just bought me a new watch
without the sun this b-tch gon’ glisten (bling, bling)
please, name another rapper that did more drills than me? (who did more drills than me)
anytime i poked a n-gga when i was broke it was ten at least (it was ten at least)
popped up at his spot like, “what you say, haha, remember me?”
my opps think they ridin’ sl!ck, i see you boys in that jeep (i see you boys in that jeep)
and it ain’t no srt (nah)
man, i know where b-tches sleep (ayy)
if i was grimey slimey, i woulda put your baby on a tee (put your baby on a tee)
but it really ain’t that deep (it ain’t deep)
you ain’t did sh-t to me
just a whole lotta rumors that you sneak dissin’ to the streets
[chorus]
and we still trap on danny block (trap on danny block)
ayy, how you block a n-gga in but don’t jump out the car?
soon as we pull up we gon’ jump out the car (jump out the car)
n-gga, let’s go glock for glock (glock for glock)
b-tch, we could go shot for shot (shot for shot, bah, bah)
only thing i ain’t doing is bar for bar

[verse 2]
b-tch, i want you n-ggas head (head, head, head)
boy, i want you n-ggas top
b-tches going crazy, i walk past and i hop out the car
chains on, bet n0body reach, he gon’ be off the wock’
freaky hoes on top the car, i ain’t heard not naan shot
might just hit the e-way in my striker
let me find some hoes f-ckin’ with n-ggas that don’t like us
n-ggas beef with us, they wanna call us and type us (they type us)
(man, what typa)
ayy, n-ggas is this?
i got signed years ago but b-tch i’m still rich
i just copped the ap and a carti’ and i’m still rich
i just copped four cars, forgot i bought ’em, man, i’m real rich
i just took two losses, told my momma i don’t feel sick
ayy, ayy, i’m a real-life threat
smoked a lot of n-ggas in the city, they still don’t know who did that (still don’t know who did that)
he was f-ckin’ with the opps, he ain’t wanna get out so he got stretched (come here)
other buddy was due ’cause and i could tell you what happened there
he was sneak dissin’ to a b-tch
we caught him loafin’ put it to his neck (put it to his neck)
and i could say some names, but you know i can’t show my hand (i won’t show my hand)
if this song gets to the feds, b-tch, i’m still ain’t gon’ rat (shhh)
still gon’ post up on danny block
ain’t a n-gga gon’ come through there, ayy (ayy)

- lil zay osama

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