BIG DOA

(B-b-b-beats by Yamaica Productions, baby)
(Grrah, grrah, grrah)
(Suck my dick)
(Bitch I'm back and I'm better)
(Grrah)
Gang gang gang (Grrah grrah boom)
Gang gang

Four chops, on the Lam
Watch how he dance, boy should've ran
Hop out gang, hit him and his mans
I'm a shooter, I'm advanced
Niggas fake, how they switch on they mans?
So you know I had to get to the bands
I'm in all black and I'm toting that .10
Two flocks, two chops, did it again
And I'm back, to the riches
Matter of fact, I don't trust these bitches
Two twin Glocks, came with extensions, and some switches
He a opp
So I clipped him
EBK, I'm buggin', I'm trippin
Headshot, just caught me a victim
Gun him down, I don't shoot from a distance
Had to show these lil' niggas I'm gifted
Fly 'ooter, that's different
New shooters, we blitzin'
Link up, let's get to the business
I'm Rah Rah boppin'
These hoes' pin droppin'
Got lined, then they popped 'em
DOA, promotin' violence
Fuck 12, and they sirens
I'm totin' on that iron
Pull up on me, and I'm firin'
Put my mask on, Michael Myers
Put that boy right on a flyer
Like free Kay Flock, my brother stuck up on the Island

Big DOA, if they don't know, then we surprise them
Big DOA, if they don't know, then we surprise them
Big DOA, if they don't know, then we surprise them
Like big DOA (Like what)
Like big DOA (Grrah, grrah, grrah boom nigga)
DOA, DOA