Doa
(Lil Chris Productionz)
(Gang, gang)
Lost a lot up in this shit I'm older now so ain't no fun
Lurking over my shoulder, living like I'm on the run
The chopper out now he don't wanna play (Where you at?)
I leave 'em slumped now all you hearing is a (Woo-woo)
DOA
Don't ya know I pop up like a Texaco, they gassed 'em up, he next to blow
Next to knock down when we toat I fie the round, you see the smoke
See me shining at the throat I left him blinded at the store
By the blender how I roll we work it fast, don't move it slow
Move the bitch up out the door she talking like I need her, she don't even know I got a hoe
She was just a treat but she got tricked after I drowned the hoe
XDm I shoot until that bitch cock
Can't shoot no more that bitch locked
Regular clips that's 20 shots
Extendos get you 2 blocks
My brother got a 40
AR came with a new stock
JayMu he been my lil hitta he just gave me a new drop
Now we got
Glocks up in the spot, if he fuck with Cuz he know he thru
Shots to his top, we gone see some blood it ain't suwoo
Top, gimme top, she say boy don't touch my head I'm cool
Stop it I'm the Gwop, so don't move too fast when you come thru
Glocks up in the spot we hit his top, it ain't no other way
Cops up on the block we still popping shit, it ain't ok
Stocks with the mops we got a lot you come around this way
Don't flop we see a opp, go up a notch, and then we do the race
(Skrt, skrt, skrrtt)
Bullets gone creep right before he see sunrise
I'm kinda smart but I be with some dumb guys
Knock off his noggin and go get the blunt fied
Pretty lil bitch, I'ma fuck her just one time
MPD just hit the block holla out "one-time"
Really it's 12
11 bitches, just me and lil 10, got the 9 in my pocket, I might drop a shell
She ate the man her throw up a 7 for 6 minutes straight, nose snotty as hell
5 in the morning I poured a lil 4 just to go back to sleep, free Big E out the cell
I'm doing numbers got 3 swisher leafs, selling 2 different packs and it's 1 in the mail
I hope my nigga don't tell in the future not to get no time, but time will tell
Glocks up in the spot we hit his top, it ain't no other way
Cops up on the block we still popping shit, it ain't ok
Stocks with the mops we got a lot you come around this way
Don't flop we see a opp, go up a notch, and then we do the race
(Then we do the race)
(Go up a notch and then we do the race)
(In the spot we still popping shit it ain't ok)
(Gang, gang)
Lost a lot up in this shit I'm older now so ain't no fun
Lurking over my shoulder, living like I'm on the run
The chopper out now he don't wanna play (Where you at?)
I leave 'em slumped now all you hearing is a (Woo-woo)
DOA
Don't ya know I pop up like a Texaco, they gassed 'em up, he next to blow
Next to knock down when we toat I fie the round, you see the smoke
See me shining at the throat I left him blinded at the store
By the blender how I roll we work it fast, don't move it slow
Move the bitch up out the door she talking like I need her, she don't even know I got a hoe
She was just a treat but she got tricked after I drowned the hoe
XDm I shoot until that bitch cock
Can't shoot no more that bitch locked
Regular clips that's 20 shots
Extendos get you 2 blocks
My brother got a 40
AR came with a new stock
JayMu he been my lil hitta he just gave me a new drop
Now we got
Glocks up in the spot, if he fuck with Cuz he know he thru
Shots to his top, we gone see some blood it ain't suwoo
Top, gimme top, she say boy don't touch my head I'm cool
Stop it I'm the Gwop, so don't move too fast when you come thru
Glocks up in the spot we hit his top, it ain't no other way
Cops up on the block we still popping shit, it ain't ok
Stocks with the mops we got a lot you come around this way
Don't flop we see a opp, go up a notch, and then we do the race
(Skrt, skrt, skrrtt)
Bullets gone creep right before he see sunrise
I'm kinda smart but I be with some dumb guys
Knock off his noggin and go get the blunt fied
Pretty lil bitch, I'ma fuck her just one time
MPD just hit the block holla out "one-time"
Really it's 12
11 bitches, just me and lil 10, got the 9 in my pocket, I might drop a shell
She ate the man her throw up a 7 for 6 minutes straight, nose snotty as hell
5 in the morning I poured a lil 4 just to go back to sleep, free Big E out the cell
I'm doing numbers got 3 swisher leafs, selling 2 different packs and it's 1 in the mail
I hope my nigga don't tell in the future not to get no time, but time will tell
Glocks up in the spot we hit his top, it ain't no other way
Cops up on the block we still popping shit, it ain't ok
Stocks with the mops we got a lot you come around this way
Don't flop we see a opp, go up a notch, and then we do the race
(Then we do the race)
(Go up a notch and then we do the race)
(In the spot we still popping shit it ain't ok)
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Writer(s): Derrick Robinson
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