Shooter stand on murder business, DOA (DOA)

Check the back of all our glicks, shit Legoland, shit Frito Lay

How your dog get whacked, you ain't get back? Like what the fuck you on? That's how you comin'

Brodie pull up 7.62, Micro Draco pull up dummin'

Brr, he got the belt

7.62s out the Draco, no, that shit don't leave a welt, shit, that shit leave a hole

I done took a soul, like way it felt, but I got shit to lose

So many fuckin' killers in this posse, I ain't got shit to prove

You either thuggin' or you not, you bangin', what you claim?

Peeped the **** was some fool, so we done took his chain

He got hit all in his back, no, he can't walk the same

Droppin' buckets on the board like I'm with Notre Dame

Shooter stand on murder business, DOA (DOA)

Check the back of all our glicks, shit Legoland, shit Frito Lay

How your dog get whacked, you ain't get back? Like what the fuck you on? That's how you comin'

Brodie pull up 7.62, Micro Draco pull up dummin'

Bro done pull up hangin' out the window, **** get to run

7.62 get to hittin', fold a **** off like Auntie Anne (Arr)

I was on brother couch, like, I need money

Had to walk through the rain to get to stuntin', but, ****, you know that shit ain't nothin'

Capo truckin' like a **** play for Rutgers

Fell off in the spot, got two bad hoes, made them bitches get to fuckin'

Livin' like a rockstar, I'm out the dope hole where they put **** under

Slidin' in a hot car, duckin' po-pos, me and my lil' youngin

He trippin' off them pills again, hangin' out the window like, bitch, fuck Osama

One of 'em right beside me, killed when I pop the rocket

New York City, think I'm lackin', fuck around, pull a knife up out my pocket

Paddle lock it, blue and gold Impala, ****, just like Notre Dame

I was slidin' through the forty, I had fucked 'round, caught lil' fluky pistol case

Y'all know the name, ****, Moski, man, stop playin'

Okay, arr, arr, arr

Okay, arr, arr, arr, arr, arr, arr, arr

Fuckin' turnt shit, bitch, fuck ya, okay

Play that bitch from the start

Arr, a— arr, arr, arr

Chevelle '77, blue and gold just like Notre Dame

The bullets five feet tall, we do drills like Tiger off Major Payne

I wanted my whole life to ball and win a ring

But I still ball and do my thing, so really, a **** can't complain