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Lil Zay Osama – Danny Block Lyrics
Aye
Aye
Steppin’ on these niggas head man
(Steppin’ on these bitch ass)
Gettin’ in between these bitches legs man
Aye
Aye
What we doin’
Steppin’ on these niggas heads
Everyday a new opp dead
Everyday a different glock
Pussy boy know how I play it
I hope this song right here don’t get in the hands of the feds
Aye
I just got a brand new glock
With a 50 and a switch
I just popped one of my opps
I’m finna go do another hit
Ion give a fuck about this money
I just bought foe nem some sticks
I just bought me a new watch
Without the sun this bitch gon’ glisten
Please name another rapper that did more drills than me
Anytime I poked a nigga when I was broke it was 10 the least
Popped up at his spot like what you say
Haha remember me
My opps think they ridin’ slick, I see you boys in that jeep
And it ain’t no SRT
Man I know where bitches sleep
If I was grimey slimey, I woulda put your baby on a tee
But it really ain’t that deep
You ain’t did shit to me
Just a whole lotta rumors that you sneak dissin’ to the streets
And we still trap on Danny block
Aye
How you block a nigga in but don’t jump out the car
Soon as we pull up we gone jump out the car
Nigga lets go glock for glock
Bitch we could go shot for shot
Only thing I ain’t doing is bar for bar
Bitch I want you niggas head
Boy I want you niggas top
Bitches going crazy, I walk past and I hop out the car
Chains on
Bet nobody reach, he gone 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 fuckin’ with niggas that don’t like us
Niggas beef with us they wanna call us and type us
(Man, what typa)
Aye
Niggas is this?
I got signed years ago but bitch I’m still rich
I just copped an AP and a Carti and I’m still rich
I just copped four cars, forgot i bought em, man im real rich
I just took two losses told my momma I don’t feel sick
Aye
Aye
I’m a real life threat
Smoked a lot of niggas in the city, they still don’t know who did that
He was fuckin’ with the opps, he ain’t wanna get out so he got stretched
Other buddy was due cuz and I could tell you what happened there
He was sneak dissin’ to a bitch
We caught him loafin’ put it to his neck
And I could say some names, but you know I can’t show my hand
If this song gets to the feds bitch I’m still ain’t gone rat
Still gone post up on Danny block
Ain’t a nigga gone come through there