Lyrics: Kevin Perez/Hilko Nijhof/Zuykov Sergey/Jeremiah Dixon
Music: Kevin Perez/Hilko Nijhof/Zuykov Sergey/Jeremiah Dixon
[Intro: Kay Flock & Set Da Trend]
Grrah-grrah
DOA, DOA
Like
Like, grrah-grrah
Grrah-grrah
[Verse 1: Kay Flock]
Be yourself and stay up in ya lane (Lane)
Why you runnin', I ain'tā
evenā
flame?
Shoot wit' doubleā
hands, that's how I got myā
aim
Eli got shot, he walkin' wit' a cane (Cane)
And ShaāGzākeepāmentionin' my nameā(Like, huh?)
When youāsee 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 (B***h)
EBK, I'ma leave it like that, like (Like that)
Everything dead, I ain't givin' no dap (B***h)
If you ridin' wit' 'em them, then you getting tapped (Like, grrah)
And they likŠµ, "Kay, he gotta cool" (Cool)
Niggas psexy, 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 bŠµ fake (Fake)
Wanna talk, then f**k up out my face
My chop' getting up, f**k 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', b***h it's EBK (Like, huh?)
700, b***h, it's DOA
When you see me, nigga, word to Blay
[Verse 2: Set Da Trend]
Speak on the dead, no takin' 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 (Baow)
I can't talk about that situation
Pop me a Perky, got me elevated
They like, "YB, you different"
Run down, watch me get to clickin'
I start throwin' bullets like a pitcher
Lotti, he dead, spin through the Hav (Gang)
I'm tryna shoot it, aim it at his face
Too many opps livin' up, it's a shame
Sha Gz got beat, where the f**k was your gang?
Yus Gz, slide up wit' the stick, let it bang (Grrah, wit' the stick, let it bang, like, wit' the stick, let itā)
[Verse 3: Kay Flock & Set Da Trend]
On court, actin' bad wit' a deucey (Deucey)
Talkin' hot, you get burned like a loosie
After loosie, get schooled wit' this toolie
Baba, she lined him, tricked him, he a foolie
Totin' guns, ain't talkin' Call of Duty (Grrah)
Wet him up, ain't talkin' 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)