Evil Twins

[Intro: SugarHill Ddot & Notti Osama]
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah-grrah, nigga
Everybody shot, nigga
(R-Redax)
Bitch, OY-OGZ (Shh)
Grrah, grrah, O Notti Osama in the buildin', bitch (Shh)
Grrah, gang-gang-gang
Shh (Grrah)
Grrah

[Chorus: SugarHill Ddot & Notti Osama]
How the fuck you went dumb with the deuce?
Lil' nigga, I keep me a .40
Got a shawty, she ready to ride
Told her to pass me the chop through the purse (Grrah, grrah)
Niggas know that we droppin' the Rakes
Spin through the block and we causin' a scene, like (Boom)
Niggas know my body, we smokin' on Lotti (Lotti)

[Verse 1: SugarHill Ddot & Notti Osama]
Smokin' on MS, that boy got me faded
Like I said, new opp in the air
Smokin' on JB, that boy got me deady
DOA-K, them niggas on nothin'
I been fiendin' to up it and click
Catch me a Flocka, I'm uppin' that score
Smokin' on Nazzy (Nazzy, Nazzy, Nazzy)
I don't care, if it's up, then it's stuck (Shh)
Catch J.O Bandz and we turn him to Runtz

[Verse 2: Notti Osama & SugarHill Ddot]
I'mma tell y'all what happened
They spin through, thought-thought they was low (Lotti)
Lotti got poked, he got poked through the coat
Bitch is the line, put the gun to her head
Make her cry, she wishin' me death
Bitch, I'm a demon, I make see red, like, grrah (Like hol' on)
And no, I ain't playin' no more
See a Flocka, take him out his roster
And Nazzy got left on his back
Kenzo, that's ya brother, get back (JB)
And y'all niggas keep dissin', dissin', dissin' (Nigga)
Like, grab a chop and come spin (Grrah)
I got a Glock on my waist, I been clickin' (Grrah, grrah)
And y'all niggas ain't doin' shit (Shit)

[Bridge: Notti Osama]
Bitch, grrah, gang-gang, bitch
Grrah, grrah, Nazzy
Grrah (Nazzy, shh), grrah, bitch
Grrah, gang-gang

[Verse 3: SugarHill Ddot & Notti Osama]
When we spin, yeah, we causin' a movie
He can get shot if he yellin' out, "Whoopty"
Niggas know my body, it's lit
See me a Drilly, I'm dumpin' the clip
Like, why is they playin' with Ddot?
Call up the bros and they throw more than six (Grrah, grrah)
Grrah, grrah
Call up the bros and they throw more than six

[Verse 4: Notti Osama & SugarHill Ddot]
When we spin to the opps, it's a hit
I'm different Notti, I up it and blitz (Shh)
And DD my 'ooter, he up it and click (Boom, boom)
See a Flocka, put him in a spliff
I'm smokin' his dad, he's restin' in piss (Uh-huh)
TG, you ain't doin' shit (Shit)
Grrah, grrah, gang-gang

[Verse 5: SugarHill Ddot & Notti Osama]
Lil' nigga, I'm smokin' ya father
Catch Set Da Trend and I'm clearin' the block out (Nigga)
Like, they keep-keep talkin' that day in the store
Like, why MS on the floor?
JayRip, JayRip
Tried to run, flocked 'em (JayRip), his ass got hit
Grrah, grrah, gang-gang (JayRip), bitch, grrah

[Chorus: SugarHill Ddot & Notti Osama]
How the fuck you went dumb with the deuce?
Lil' nigga, I keep me a .40 (.40)
Got a shawty, she ready to ride
Told her to pass me the chop through the purse (Uh-huh)
Niggas know that we droppin' the Rakes
Spin through the block and we causin' a scene (A scene), like
Niggas know my body, we smokin' on Lotti (Lotti)
Smokin' on MS, that boy got me faded (Faded)

[Outro: Notti Osama]
Bitch
Gang-gang-gang, nigga
Suck my fuckin' dick, bitch
(R-Redax)