Yus Gz', “Notti Bop” is a remix of the song, “Poke 14 Remix,” by Mo Kartii— notably sampling “Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)” by Eurythmics.
The song is a diss toward 14-year old, Notti Osama, who was an enemy of Yus Gz as he was a member of OY; a rival gang to 8Oh aka 800 YGz which is Yus' set.
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[Intro]
Like, like, baow-baow-baow
Like, every opp shot, like (Lowkeymali, what's the word?)
Notti got poked and he still in my— (Mm, nah, turn it up, Young Madz)
Notti got poked and he still in my— (And he dead)
Like, ahh
[Chorus]
Pop out the cut, tryna turn 'em to toast (Like, what?)
New opp, heard he died by that poke (Grrah-grrah)
Like, on the train, next stop is the O
Notti Boppin', they askin' me, who do I smoke? (Who do I smoke?)
PTSD, I like clutchin' on poles (Grrah-grrah)
See shh wit' the beam, leave 'em dead in the snow (In the snow)
Like, tried to run, but he couldn't get low
Like, tried to up, but he couldn't even blow (Baow-baow)
Notti, Country, Smelly, Bobby
Every Osama I see, I'ma throw (I'ma throw)
Roscoe Da G, gotta cross out the O
Oh, that's E wit' the dot? Put a hole in his throat, like (Grrah-grrah)
New drop, now they bop just smoke
He got poked in his belly, thinkin' shit a joke, like (Grrah-grrah, ahh)
And he dead, run him over, lil' brodie gon' throw a lil' close, like
[Verse]
Throwin' shot after shot (Grrah-grrah)
Like, how many niggas gon' duck on that block? (Baow-baow-baow)
Like, 40K, them niggas movin' Wock'
Like, Jdotty be fiendin' to clear the whole block (Don't run, baow-baow-baow)
Fuck a stepper, we stompin' when my niggas flock (Grrah, grrah)
Bro roll down the window, there go the opps (Baow-baow, ah)
There go my bop, all they heard was, "Grrah" (Grrah)
Big EBS, everybody shot (Everybody shot)
Mr. Boom At A Thot (Like)
I'm Mr. Boom At A Bop (Baow-baow-baow)
Like, I'm with Scottie 2 Hottie, she hot (She hot)
I do shit on my dolo, I don't need a block (I don't need a block)
I hit a bunny, that shit movin' Wock' (Like)
Hollow tips got a turn, they twistin' to drop (Baow-baow)
Like, move tact', get a shot (Grrah)
Pop out the cut, I'm like, "Who tryna box?" (Like, who tryna box?)
That nigga dead, now his big bro poppin' (Body dead)
Fuck 13, 14 rockin'
We on that block and we 14 boppin'
I told brodie, "Keep pokin', don't stop" (Don't stop)
We the opps, we get it poppin' (We the opps)
How you 43rdK? Nigga, stop it (Stop it)
Why they talkin' 'bout they Lotti boppin'? (Baow-baow)
Notti just died, now this lil' nigga poppin' (Notti)
Left hand out, clutch on a BIC (Like)
After that, put that shit to the spliff (To the spliff)
Keep flickin', keep flickin' (Grrah, grrah)
Notti got poked, he got sent to the ditch (And he dead)
Left hand out, clutch on a BIC (Like)
After that, put that shit to the spliff (Baow-baow-baow)
Keep flickin', keep flickin'
Notti got poked, he got sent to the ditch (Notti)
[Chorus]
Pop out the cut, tryna turn 'em to toast (Like, what?)
New opp, heard he died by that poke (Grrah-grrah)
Like, on the train, next stop is the O
Notti Boppin', they askin' me, who do I smoke? (Who do I smoke?)
PTSD, I like clutchin' on poles (Grrah-grrah)
See shh wit' the beam, leave 'em dead in the snow (In the snow)
Like, tried to run, but he couldn't get low
Like, tried to up, but he couldn't even blow (Baow-baow)
Notti, Country, Smelly, Bobby
Every Osama I see, I'ma throw (I'ma throw)
Roscoe Da G, gotta cross out the O
Oh, that's E wit' the dot? Put a hole in his throat, like (Grrah-grrah)
New drop, now they bop just smoke
He got poked in his belly, thinkin' shit a joke, like (Grrah-grrah, ahh)
And he dead, run him over, lil' brodie gon' throw a lil' close, like
[Outro]
Like, suck my dick, ahh
Grrah like baow-baow-baow
NOTTI BOPPIN was written by Yus Gz & Lowkeymali & Young Madz.
NOTTI BOPPIN was produced by Lowkeymali & Young Madz.
Yus Gz released NOTTI BOPPIN on Fri Dec 30 2022.
The Notti Bop is a dance created by 41 members, Kyle Richh, Tata, and Jenn Carter in mockery of 14-year old Notti Osama’s death.
Notti was fatally stabbed in the lower abdomen area, causing his enemies, 41, to make a dance mimicking the way he died.