Notti Gang song by DD Osama from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Drill, East Coast, New York Drill music. The Record company is unknown. Released on October 9, 2022.
Notti Gang Meaning
| [[Intro: Dudeylo, Edot Babyy & DD Osama] Suck my dick, nigga Grrah It’s that Dudeylo nigga, suck my dick, you heard? Every opp shotAyo Dudey’, pass me the fuckin’ knocks (Ahh) Grrah (Ahh) [Verse 1: DD Osama & Dudeylo] I’m wit’ Roscoe, and he totin’ the knocka He get shot if he throw up a Flocka Spin through the Sev’, we yellin’, ‘We got one” (Rrah-rrah) [Verse 2: Dudeylo] Like, you can shot if you talkin’ on Notti Lee, Gas, Bobby Blay, Rip, Nazzy Visit his grave just to dig up his body Play your block, don’t die right there We know where you at, we gon’ slide right there Shot after shot, throw nine right there He got hit for throwin’ up signs right there Ayo Paco, why the fuck is you sayin’ my name? Like, you don’t take risks for your gang You a bitch, stop chasin’ the fame Nigga passed through ya’ block and you ain’t do a thing That’s on bro, I was takin’ them trips Ayo Dami, you know what I did That was me and RG, you coulda’ performed But instead, you was duckin’ ya’ wig Benz, J.O, Matt, kick It’s like so many names in my spliff And tell, Shh, to go pick up his face Hop out, now it’s time to play chase Switch on me, shit sprayin’ like mace, rrah-rrah-rrah And brodie told me, “Don’t stop, keep rappin'” Notti died, I was hurtin’, real sadness And they know on that block, I was blackin’ Me and DD, you can ask on what happened Like, fuck all black, do a drill in some fashion Fuck Lee, nigga gone like magic , [Verse 3: DD Osama] (Ahhh) Yo Dudeylo, let’s spin through they block Tryna put a Gunna on his top DayDay in public, send shot after shot Call up [Pezo?], you know that’s the rock, grrah I bet Ddot gon’ get if I tell ’em On the block, tryna flick every petal Spin through the Sev’, tryna flock at a revel, grrah Actin’ lit, now they all showin’ faces Free the bros up top, fightin’ cases Like, my niggas all rap, same paces So many opps got hit, can’t name ’em, like [Verse 4: Sugarhill Ddot] I just threw, Dudey wit’ me, he totin’ a chop Try to run up and you know I’ma flock Ayo Roscoe, who that? If he say the wrong thing, he get shot in his back Ayo Melly, you a bum Stop puttin’ my name in y’all track When I see you, I’m lettin’ it clap I’m smokin’ on Rah, he went out in the back No cap, can’t go out like Ray He a bitch, he got shot in his face When we spin through the 2, we ain’t leavin’ no trace See a opp, swear I’ma up it and flame Talkin’ on Notti, you know he get shot Smokin’ MS, got put in a box , [Verse 5: Dudeylo] “Ahhh”, that’s what you heard when he got shot Hang out the V, tryna dump at his mata I can’t wait ’til I catch me a Flocka What you know about bendin’ that block? Me and bro two deep wit’ two knocks Shot after shot, opp after opp Keep clickin’, I tell ’em, “Don’t stop” [Verse 6: DD Osama] We the face of the city Catch Mali, we do ’em like Rippy Stop sayin’ our names in y’all tracks Lotti, Rah, packed [Verse 7: Sugarhill Ddot, Dudeylo & DD Osama] It’s lil’ Ddot, you know that I’m back Hang out the V, tryna click off a Makk Matt, Lotti, Ray Rippy, Nazzy, Blay (Dead, dead, dead) Like, Kurt, got shot in his face Try to run up, you know I’ma spray [Verse 8: Edot Babyy] Rah got clapped in the whip, nobody did shit When we spin through the 2’s, who bitchin’? I’m off the hit I’m smokin’ on Rite, lil’ boy get to see the light Try to run up, nigga, I don’t fight SevSideK, y’all just for the hype, fact Yo DD, get ’em Hop out the V, lil’ bro won’t miss ’em Shots to they bod’, I bet he go missin’ Back out the K, you know I’ma blitz ’em , [Verse 9: Roscoe G] Like, how can I go out like— He went out like a bitch How many niggas done died on they strip? Tweak on the beat, tryna make this a hit, like When you run into me, what you gon’ do? Sped back, tryna do ’em like Lu, grrah-grrah Like, Kee and Gaddy That’s two opps that went out badly Lotti screamed, “Please don’t stab me”, grrah Lotti screamed, “Please don’t stab me”, like, like [Verse 10: Jstar Balla] Grrah, grrah, like Don’t you think, I got a stick Talkin’ on Notti, get hit in ya’ shit, like DD wit’ me told ’em, “Pass me the grip”, like Like, all these dead niggas in a spliff Like, glah, where they at? Late night, tryna spin through the Jack Like, get low, in a stat And she on my body, she know that I’m Mat Next nigga talk hot, I’ma to lose it If he talkin’ on Notti get lit like a loosie She on my body, she want me to do her In the back of the V, she gon’ gimme medula Bend through they block so we gotta manuever [Outro] Screaming] |
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- Who is the person responsible for producing the lyrics of Notti Gang?
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- Who is credited with writing the music and lyrics to this song? Notti Gang
Notti Gang lyrics song is written by DD Osama, Dudeylo, SugarHill Ddot, Edot Babyy, Roscoe G & J Star Balla
- Which artist is featured in the credits for Notti Gang?
The artist featured in the credits for Notti Gang is Dudeylo, SugarHill Ddot, Edot Babyy, Roscoe G & J Star Balla
