DOA歌词-Kay flock&Set Da Trend

DOA歌词由Kay flock&Set Da Trend演唱，出自专辑《The D.O.A. Tape (Care Package)》，下面是《DOA》完整版歌词！

DOA歌词完整版

作词 : Kevin Perez/Hilko Nijhof/Zuykov Sergey/Jeremiah Dixon

作曲 : Kevin Perez/Hilko Nijhof/Zuykov Sergey/Jeremiah Dixon

Grrah-grrah

DOA, DOA

Like

Like, 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 Gz 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 (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 likе, "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 bе fake (Fake)

Wanna talk, then **** up out my face

My chop' getting up, **** 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

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 **** 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 it—)

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)