Kay Flock and Set Da Trend - DOA

Grrah, grrah
Doa, DOA, brrah
Grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah

Be yourself and stay up in ya' lane (lane)
Why you runnin'? I ain't even flame
Shoot wit' double hands, that's how I got my aim
Eli got shot, he walkin' wit' a cane (cane)
And Sha G keep mentionin' my name (like, huh?)
When you see me, nigga, you better flame, like
And you said Dougie B gon' get murdered?
That's my brother, I'm uppin' that thang
Doa, I'ma geek on the track (bitch)
Ebk, I'ma leave it like that, like (like that)
Everything dead, I ain't givin' no dap (bitch)
If you ridin' wit' 'em them, then you getting tapped (like, grrah)
And they like, "Kay, he kinda cool" (cool)
Niggas pussy, nigga, we ain't cool
Niggas smokin' wit' niggas who smokin' my mans?
That's on bro, I'm uppin' on him too (Grrah, grrah)
Niggas politickin', they be fake (fake)
Wanna talk, then fuck up out my face
My chop' getting up, fuck who in the way (like, what?)
Get up wit' me if you feel a way
Or I get up wit' you nigga, either way (where you at?)
Done talkin', bitch it's EBK (like, huh?)
700, bitch, it's DOA
When you see me, nigga, word to Blay

Speak on the dead, no taking it back (what)
I be buggin', I'm quick to attack (damn)
I can't go out like Lotti or Matt (what)
Keep a pole, brodie told me, Don't lack
Mula keep shootin', leave 'em on the pavement
I can't talk about that situation
Pop me a Perky, got me elevated
They like, YB you different, run down
Watch me get the clickin'
I start throwing bullets like a pitcher
Lotti he dead, spin through the Hav
I'm tryna shoot it, aim it at his face
Too many opps livin' up, its a shame
Sha Gz got beat, where the fuck was your gang?
Two sleez, slide up wit' the stick, let it bang
(Yeah, with the stick let it bang, with the stick let it-)

On court, actin' bad with a deucey (deucey)
Talking hot, you get burnt like a loosie (bitch)
After loosie, get schooled with this tooley
Baba, she lined him, tricked him, he a foolie (grrah)
Totin' guns, ain't talking Call of Duty (grrah)
Wet him up, ain't talking no jacuzzi (grrah)
Mr. Make-A-Movie, leave 'em gooey (grrah, grrah)
You gon' hold the stick or you gon' boom it? (Grrah-grrah, boom)

Written by:
Kevin Perez, Maniac Beatz, Struis, Set Da Trend

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