Gang
Grrah
DOA-DOA
Gang
Bands-Bands-Bands
Grrah
Grrah
Gang-Gang-Gang
Gang-Gang-Gang
First thing first, they could suck my dick
And it's still up in the spliff
Mentionin' my dead, that's how you get hit
Fuck that shit, nigga, we gon' switch up the whip
How y'all spinnin' the Sev? Y'all ain't never did shit
How y'all talkin' that shit? Y'all never did shit, like
Go and pick up a gun, like
Mentionin' JB? that's a ticket to death
Smokin' Lotti, Dummy'll be next
Niggas really soft, y'all really AquaFresh
Spinnin' through the Sev? Watch hollows hit ya' neck
Nigga, ain't a score that we ain't upset
Just ask the opps, they treat us with respect
DOA the motto please don't forget
Call up lil' Gotti, aimin' for your chest
Who the fuck is Keem? He ain't on shit
Married to the tracks, nigga never bent
Lookin' for me? Nigga on the bench
Sugarhill what? Y'all niggas really kids
Shot in ya' head, still ain't never spin
Still free Nazzy Loc' out the pen
Solid as a rock, punchin' niggas brims
We the real Flocks, glocks that extend
Boy, don't run, boy, don't trip
Y'all niggas cappers, run fast, Rick
I was fourteen catchin' real cases
Lil' Notti wit' me, movin' real anxious
Trigger finger itchin', nigga, we brainless
Pissin' me off, now I'm upset
Ballin' like Diddy, nigga I'm a vet
Still live long JB, on the set
Sev Block, DOA, We up next
Kay Billz slidin' out wit' the TEC
Don't spin in no V's, it get flipped
We the real opps, puttin' in pain
Shot by a dyke? Nigga, you a lame
Beggin' me for cash? Nigga, it's a shame
DOA the gang, nigga, know my name
Chillin' with the opps? You gonna get flamed
You got shot by a dyke, nigga, you a lame
Mali, that's my brother, for him I'ma flame
I ain't with the dissin', I just leave you missin'
Get wrapped like a gift, nigga, this ain't Christmas
When I'm off the Xannies, I be feelin' different
Me and Kay on a hit, bitch, and we ain't missin'
Me and JO back-to-back, we like Mike and Pippen
So long, 'cause JO look back, he still clickin'
Clip ain't see through, but it's a .30
Bro start buggin', shootin' like he Curry
See the opps, I bet he show no mercy
Woo got poked, they got up in his jersey
Said, "We smoke all deads, we want all red"
"We gon' die with that shit," like, what?
On the bike, I throw all pegs
Walk up on legs when I'm firin' shit, like
ECG niggas know what I do
They know what time it is when I bend through, like
I done boomed at his old heads
That's a code red
Sha Gz, I'm lookin' for you
Stop duckin' when I'm bendin' through
Shoot broad day, that's nothin' new
Spinnin' through early, you got no excuse
Nigga be cappin', don't rap what he do
