Mr Doa 2

(Huncho)

Heard the opps gon' be there we Poppin out to the party
First nigga on that bullshit he Gettin' shot out his carties
I'm tryna leave a nigga stankin Smelling like he just farted
Bet come on I'm in my bag I'm Finna get this bitch started
Head taps we raisin the rates on They bum ass
Stomp the gas, man, they think They finna catch me
Dumbass
Get up on him I ain't never seen a Nigga run faster
Spin the block, man, I'm tryna Make this lil' nigga look like Casper
Hellcats trackhawks jailbreaks Redeyes
Fast shit ain't no kias at the pad Fuck that strike
Doin all that on the gram yeah, Yeah it sound nice
Till I get up on him, do him bad, He ain't gon' make it through the Night
Why the fuck is you walkin' with Yo gun
Cause you ain't shoot you got sent To the sun
You lil' niggas got blicks just for Fun
We drop a clip spin back and drop A clip, and we ain't done
I'm tryna DOA the whole crib
Leave everybody dead in that bitch
You said that's your day one now You dead with that snitch
This ain't no semi-automatic this A Glock with a switch, nigga
This a Glock with a switch nigga
This a Glock with a switch nigga
Alright

I'm ready to beat yo ass all you Wanna do is fucking cheat on me
Bitch
I can't get caught with this Glock It got a glitch on it
You braggin' bout that basic ass Glock, I threw a dick on it
The nigga wasn't tryna drop this Lo, I put a bitch on em
That nigga ain't yo mans, get innat Room, you gon' snitch on em
You ain't gon' stand ten toes
Bitch
Up and start blowin' at his nose, Its a glitch
Nigga keep runnin' his mouth, put The Glock up to his lip
Face his ass and run away can't get Caught doin shit nigga
Ten thousand pills need you to send Them up the way
We can make some big cheese if We send them the right way
Five bands out the bank this a Light play
Took the nigga gun can't get it Back have a nice day
Soon as I walk in she on my dick This is not yo bitch
Take a nigga gun if he flexin' this Is not yo switch
He tried to stab off now his hellcat In a ditch
You throw a punch ima up and I'ma blow I ain't gon' flinch nigga
Nigga I'ma let it squeeze I ain't no Bitch nigga
Your whole gang got ten in the Pen you a snitch nigga
We hopped out and ran the nigga Down ain't make no diss nigga
We hit him up top can't duck the Blitz nigga
Come on
Mr Doa
I'm tryna leave him dead don't give A fuck about a case
The bullets beat his ass up they hit Him all in his face
A opp tryna buy a pill he gon' Leave this bitch laced
Fap a nigga up leave that nigga in The whip
That's what you get for tryna get Views droppin' all them disses
Went on a skit, you ain't go you Was cakin' with them bitches
Yo brother died tryna slide I told His ass he wouldn't listen



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Writer(s): 23 Roddd
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