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D.O.A
Hip-Hop/Rap
D.O.A was released on July 16, 2021 by TTB Ent. as a part of the album Underdog
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Release DateJuly 16, 2021
LabelTTB Ent.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
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Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zyair Fernandes
Zyair Fernandes
Songwriter

Lyrics

Dead on arrival, Just pray for my rivals
Yeah
Cus when the glock bust ****
It ain't no survival
Yeah
You call him ya brother but is that someone you gon' die for
Yeah
But I just been stacking my chips
Man I make money blind fold-ed
Told my bro we gon get it right
We been planning our shit so we could have a better life
I'm a beast come alive at night
And she stay with the kid cus she know imma hit it right
If you fuck me over I won't be polite
I got paper baby I can change ya life
I been taking these drugs now I feel alright
I been smoking so much I fly like a kite
These **** be doing too much
I sip on the drink I put Sprite in the mud
Hear the drum roll when I'm beating her guts
I dropped off the kids like they hopped out the bus
I'm out in a Jif, she allergic to nut
Said she want my heart but I fell outta love
And I told em I can't put my trust in a slut
I be counting the paper like I'm Daffy Duck
Despicable ****
I feel invincible ****
We can get rid of you ****
Feeling you ****
You think that we feeling you ****
I'm feeling like killing you ****
Used to rock Jordan's up in my interview ****
Cause I'm not a regular **** I ain't
I'm up in a Beamer I8
And my heart be hurting sometimes but I say I'm aight
And money be callin', falling falling
I don't got time to be stalling
Joseph
Make sure you watching ya back what my bro said
Only time I got is time in my Rolex
I just want ways to go run it up
I cannot put my trust in a lotta y'all
1942 Yeah it's a party dawg
Got a whole lotta gold like it's Mardi Gras
Dead on arrival, I pray for my rivals
Yeah
Cus when the glock bust
It ain't no survival
Yeah
You say that's ya brother, but is he someone you gon' die for
Yeah
But I just been stacking my chips
Man I make money blind fold-ed
Yeah we step out the bando
Yeah you know what I stand for
She don't get no more bands hoe
And I stay with the blicky on me cause I can't go
And I got a bankroll
I be leaving the spot like we just robbed the bank hoe
And I'm with the Bang Bros
I ain't speaking bout that but we still like to bang hoes
All my verses be lethal
I'm a man of the people
When I murder the beat it's illegal
**** taking yo shit like they Deebo
And the gas in the blunt got me evil
I be thinking bout living a fast life
Any way to go get all my cash right
I was silent in school cause my class white
I got vv's shining like a flash light
And they know that I'm hot man that's damn right
I be feeling like Cudi it's day and night
Every night I be looking for answers
When I call on the lord he don't answer
And I know I be taking my chances
Every day gotta move with a hammer
I be switching it up like I'm Hannah Montana
I fell in love with a dancer
Caught him on the block he put his hands up
Ya homies is bitch needa go pick they mans up
And I went to Atlanta, I'm with the scammers
Fuck it we don't got no manners
And I just been outta control
Cus I fell in love with a hoe
I don't got a heart, let it go
I put my love in a pole
Dead on arrival, I pray for my rivals
Yeah
Cus when the glock bust
It ain't no survival
Yeah
You say that's ya brother, but is he someone you gon' die for
Yeah
But I just been stacking my chips
Man I make money blind fold-ed
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Dead on arrival
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Written by: Zyair Fernandes
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