Kay Flock – DOA Lyrics

 

DOA Lyrics by Kay Flock (feat. Set Da Trend)

 

Grrah, grrah
DOA, DOA, like
Grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah

Be yourself or 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, n****, you better flame, like
And you said Dougie B gon’ get murdered?
That’s my brother, I’m uppin’ that thing
DOA, I’ma geek on the track (Bitch)
EBK, I’ma leave it like that (Like that)
Everything dead, I ain’t givin’ no dap (Bitch)
If you ridin’ with ’em them then you gettin’ tapped (Like grrah)
And they like, “Kay, he kinda cool” (Cool)
N***** pussy, n****, wе ain’t cool
N***** smokin’ wit’ n***** who smokin’ my mans?
That’s on bro, I’m uppin’ on him too (Grrah, grrah)
N***** politickin’, they be fake (Fakе)
Wanna talk, then fuck up out my face
My chop’ get up, fuck who in the way (Like what)
Get up wit’ me if you feel a way
Or I get up wit’ you n**** either way (Where you at?)
Done talkin’, bitch, it’s EBK (Like huh?)
700, bitch, it’s DOA
When you see me, n****, where the blick?

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
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 throwin’ 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, it’s a shame
Sha Gz got beat, where the fuck was your gang?
Yus Gz, slide up wit’ the stick, let it bang
(With the stick let it bang, with the stick let it-)

On court, actin’ bad with a deucey (Deucey)
Talkin’ hot, you get burnt like a loosie
After loosie, get schooled with this toolie
Baba, she lined him, tricked him, he a foolie
Totin’ guns, ain’t talkin’ Call of Duty
Wet him up, ain’t talkin’ no jacuzzi
Mr. Make-A-Movie, leave ’em gooey (Grrah, grrah)
You gon’ hold the stick or you gon’ boom it? (Grrah-grrah, boom)