Deeski & Lil Zay Osama – Seen It All Lyrics

Seen It All

Deeski & Lil Zay Osama

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"Seen It All." - Deeski & Lil Zay Osama

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 05:57 pm

Album: Lil Durk Presents: Loyal Bros 2

Track No: 09

(Lala on the beat)
I done seen it all, my **** heartless, we do hits regardless
Ain't no easin' off, my block retarded, they don't do no flaugin'
We gon' risk it all, for my dog, you gon' get stuffed in coffins
We ain't singin' songs, we pop in traffic, TayBlock, we get active
Ain't no lingerin' on, lil' bro get active, he gon' need a stretcher
Now your bitch alone, she hit my phone, I asked her what she on
I leave that bitch alone, no call, no textin', I don't wanna stretch her
Lil' bitch, leave me 'lone, lil' ho, you messy, she tryna dance with devils
We turn our bully on, them switches active, know they shoot the fastest (Wait, what?)
Lil' brodie ain't givin' no passes, walkin' you down, it's a tragic (Wait, what?)
They say that they block is the realest, I know that them **** some bitches (Wait, what?)
Your man, he the jake, he a witness, he pointin' people out in them pictures (Wait, what?)
Lil' bro and them stood on the business, you know they known to get wicked
My **** is vicious, you know that we deep in the trenches
I ain't duckin' no issue, we comin' to get you
These slugs'll touch you, we leave you in public
I slide with the muscle, you know that's my brother
Got Boonie on the side of me, you that he clutchin'
That Draco be bustin', you know that it's Russian
I done seen it all, my **** heartless, we do hits regardless
Ain't no easin' off, my block retarded, they don't do no flaugin'
We gon' risk it all, for my dog, you gon' get stuffed in coffins
We ain't singin' songs, we pop in traffic, TayBlock, we get active
Ain't no lingerin' on, lil' bro get active, he gon' need a stretcher
Now your bitch alone, she hit my phone, I asked her what she on
I leave that bitch alone, no call, no textin', I don't wanna stretch her
Lil' bitch, leave me 'lone, lil' ho, you messy, she tryna dance with devils (Gang, gang, gang)
We in traffic in that fast shit, I'm with Twin and Dede 'nem (Gang)
R.I.P. J-Money dummy, GDK for GD 'nem (Gang)
Belt boys, put belt to ass, ****, fuck the dump, we don't be with them (Belt boys, bah)
Gave them **** on the low end a pass, my people be with them
Heard the feds listenin', shh, Zay don't rap about them switches (Shh)
My opps be on fan shit, ah-ha, you on a mission (Ah ha)
I feel like I'm Big Bank, I be speakin' facts, I stopped the dissin'
Opps be playin' OT, them **** ain't popped out in a minute
Gang, foenem in the county, they got on your homie ass
She like, "Zay, you got rich, you can't speak with your lil' phony ass"
Opps FaceTime me, yellin' through my phone, I know they homie died
We took out your main ****, he the only one that'll slide, glah
I done seen it all, my **** heartless, we do hits regardless
Ain't no easin' off, my block retarded, they don't do no flaugin'
We gon' risk it all, for my dog, you gon' get stuffed in coffins
We ain't singin' songs, we pop in traffic, TayBlock, we get active
Ain't no lingerin' on, lil' bro get active, he gon' need a stretcher
Now your bitch alone, she hit my phone, I asked her what she on
I leave that bitch alone, no call, no textin', I don't wanna stretch her
Lil' bitch, leave me 'lone, lil' ho, you messy, she tryna dance with devils

Writer(s): Lil Zay Osama, OTF Deeski, Lala the DJ, King Osama.

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