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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, n**a, 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 like, "Kay, he kinda cool" (cool)

Niggas p**y, n**a, 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 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 n**a, either way (where you at?)

Done talkin', b**h it's EBK (like, huh?)

700, b**h, it's DOA

When you see me, n**a, 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 f**k 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 (b**h)

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)

DOA de Kay Flock – Letras & Covers