Let’s Do It Lyrics – DD Osama Ft. Dee Play4Keeps
Rrah, rrah
Every opp shot, rrah
Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah-grrah
Get that ***
It’s that Dee Play4Keeps niggaOs up, never Gz, you heard
Y’all niggas know what the *** goin’ on, man
It’s that DD ***
Now look, uh-huh, get that ***
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? (Grrah)
Like your mans ain’t get shot in the butt (Grrah-grrah)
Keep talkin’ on Notti, can’t wait ’til I see you (On bro)
I’ma have your stomach lookin’ see-through
Woo, Rah Rah (Lotti)
One got poked, and the other got shot in his matha
Like, these niggas is dirty and bummy
Catch me a Bunny, we gon’ make him hop
O-O, let’s do it like Wa—, like Waka (Grrah)
Cook a *** 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 (Ricky), *** (Ricky)
And I’m ReywayK (On bro)
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 died (Died)
Opp ***, 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 *** (C-HII)
Yeah, like, Os, let’s do it
Hop out we gon’ shoot ’em
Run-down Gang, we 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 (Ah), I love him a lot
Try to run up, I flock through the ‘cleezy (I flock through the cleezy)
Opp ***, she movin’ too kinky (Too kinky)
Hit once, the *** was stinky (The *** 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 *** back up (On bro)
Throw a shot if he yellin’ out, “Hat’s 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
*** run up, then I’m flickin’ his hat
Lil’ thottie a fan, she was jackin’ the opps so that *** 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
Yo, Eli, what the ***? Like, how many niggas got put in the blunt?
We smoke Lotti, that *** runtz (That *** runtz)
She say I’m cocky, she gotta front
Opp *** tryna line me, she gon’ die with me and my ***
Let off two, why they run?
Everything for Notti, this *** not for fun, like
Yeah, like, Os, let’s do it
Hop out we gon’ shoot ’em
Run-down Gang, we gon’ boom ’em
Yeah, like, Os, let’s do it
Os, let’s do—, Os, let’s do—, like
Os, let’s do it
Yeah, likeOs, let’s do it
Hop out we gon’ shoot ’em
Run-down Gang, we gon’ boom ’em
Yeah, like, Os, let’s do it
Os, let’s do—, Os, let’s do—, like
Os, let’s do it
