DOA Lyrics

They say I'm wrong as hell for putting money on his bail,

I can't go nowhere without my killers, I'll fail, bullets raining hell, I seen my niggas turning pale

and you will never catch me slipping, I'm not fit for going to jail.

These niggas known for switches sides, that's why they gotta play with switches.

And you can't get no convo out of mines, my hoes be coming different, fuck the district

I was trying to make away

When they was ditching. And now it's paper, by the pound, I need that money and my riches.

I hope you listen, I'm the type of nigga that's gon' go to trial.

Never leave my brothers

man, I know it's been a while. I was running out of gas, I know they never took em out

We riding dirty in them tints, I know the cops had peeped it foul .

I told that bitch to move around, cause I'm not into playing games.

And tell that nigga tuck his chain before a bullet hit his brain.

She getting mad that I was elevating, I don't move the same,

100k before the rappin I was in my lane.

They blicked em down and hunt em down

I got some niggas to do you dirty. Better watch out what you say to me, I'm quick to pull a curry

I told my mama I'll be rich one day, that's why I'm in a hurry.

Burn my legs and cut em off before these bitches try to burn me.

Man, I got power with these lyrics

write em out and I go ghost.

That nigga took me as a goofy when he died, I made a post

This for all the nights when I was down,

I gave myself a toast and I can't fuck with basic bitches, if I tweak, they do the most

Man, I can't even trust nobody, I've

been hurt too many times. Cashapping when they need it, I can't even get a dime

She told me, cap, you've been the koldest, all I do is speak my mind

It seem like every other day, it's how you doing? I've been fine

Bitch, how you coming? I got time. Can't go nowhere without my nine

It's a crime to say my name in vain, you niggas in the dying

And I don't argue with nobody, I just put it in the rhyme

Sour faces on the DOA, we call em lemon lime.

They say I'm wrong as hell for putting money on his bail.

I can't go nowhere without my killers, I'll fail

Bullets raining hell, I see my niggas turning pale and you will never catch me slipping

I'm not fit for going to jail.

These niggas know for switches sides

that is why they gotta play with switches. And you can't get no convo out of mines

My hoes becoming different, fuck the district. I was trying to make a way when they was ditching

Now it's paper, by the pound I need that money and my riches