DOA ft. Cmitch Lyrics

Left them snoozing off the wock, 7.62 stopping your car

Spin thought bitch, you wont make it far, too many shooters they ready to spar

Lamo got hit in his chest and heart, Christie died, It hurt the heart

Don't think twice, just up the blick, cuz already bustin' im passing the switch

Youngins in charge, and that's on mitch, play with the game, that's how you get hit

She actin' bougie, think she slick, SRT, I'm doggin' this bitch

Let off three turn to a victim, bitch, I'm bustin', they gon' get em

Walk him down, call me slim, I got a Glock, hit his brim, leave his mama lookin' grim

Shoot that fuckboy out his ten, ride the 6-4 with some fogeys, I got bitches, they all know me

Shoot the fuckboy and his homie, got him cryin', sayin

I kick bitches like some fleas, I kill niggas overseas, I got money like a tree

Push him down like he on skis, then that nigga, he gon' seize, wipe his nose like he sneeze

Shoot him in his fuckin' shit, that lil' nigga, he a bitch, up the blink, it ain't gon' miss

Don got aim he wont miss, bitch snakes we dont click

He lil' mike, we leave him missing, on a nine, I keep a blick

I see a four, stand over shit, pop out thecut, give his ass six

I'm on TV, I cannot switch, stay in your lane, cuz you would get hit

Tierd of the fns, might get me a switch, on a nine, I want me a nick

Holla at him first he reach for his blick, see a stain, I got me lit

That's a switch, hit him in the shit, I ain't stop until I get rich

Thousand drums, a thousand sticks, glizzy over accurate

Bitch, we pull up clapping shit, closed case, hit his face

than we scratch off doa