Lyrics: Kevin Perez/Luis Angel Marte/Kevin Viera/Damian Marley/Stephen Marley/Ini Kamoze
Music: Kevin Perez/Luis Angel Marte/Kevin Viera/Damian Marley/Stephen Marley/Ini Kamoze
Big DOA, nigga (D-D-D-D-Dvtchie)
Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah, like
Grrt, grrah, grrah-grrah
Grrah, grrah-grrah
Hey, grrah-grrah
Grrt, baow, baow
PSA - Kay Flock - The D.O.A. Tape - PSA - PSA - **** the diss, I'ma act the shit up
Everything dead, I ain't dappin' 'em up (Everybody shot)
Feel a way, you get clapped the shit up
Don't do Ciroc, only Ac' in my cup (Grrt, baow, baow)
Try to duck, got a beam on the scope, thats tough, like
He ain't goin' nowhere, I'm shootin' wherever he run (Where you goin'? Grrt, baow, baow)
I'm a GBG, baby, so, b***h, I'ma click till it's done (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
And I love with the beam, if he run, I'ma turn him to Runtz (Dummies)
Outside, no security, b***h, it's just me and my gun (It's just me and my gun, baow, baow)
I'm the king of New York an' I'm still outside makin' 'em run (Don't run, b***h I do what I want)
Just copped out on a Carti'
Oh she jackin' my baba in a heartbeat
I like my b***h gangster, I don't like 'em Barbie
It get active like Ricky and Morty (Like)
Tap your head (Rah, Rah)
Nigga Rah got clapped now he in the Marley (Baow, baow)
Nigga dead
And I'm tough by myself, no, I don't need a army (Grrah, grrah)
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
See the line so I'm packin' the b***h
Feel under pressure, I'm blastin' the shit
V210 how I'm whackin' the whip
He shot a opp but I'm faster with it
It get nasty, now he coughin' out blood
Told you that I get active with it (Grrt, baow, baow)
PSA - Kay Flock - The D.O.A. Tape - PSA - PSA - **** the diss, I'ma act the shit up
Everything dead, I ain't dappin' 'em up (Everybody shot)
Feel a way, you get clapped the shit up
Don't do Ciroc, only Ac' in my cup (Grrt, baow, baow)
Try to duck, got a beam on the scope, thats tough, like
He ain't goin' nowhere, I'm shootin' wherever he run (Where you goin'? Grrt, baow)
I'm a GBG, baby, so, b***h, I'ma click till it's done (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
And I love with the beam, if he run, I'ma turn him to Runtz (Dummies)
Outside, no security, b***h, it's just me and my gun (It's just me and my gun, baow, baow)
I'm the king of New York an' I'm still outside makin' 'em run (Don't run, b***h, I do what I want)