DOA ft. KDG Zeno Lyrics

Rock with me and let me show you all the ways

Yeah, he dissin' on my name, but he ain't get paid

Yeah, you know he pussy boy, but he ain't get laid

Fuckin' on your bitch, cause that bitch like the way that I be workin

She a thot, she in the club throwin' ass, she was twerkin

Yeah, she like the way I whip the wheel, she like that I be swervin

Hit him with 11, make him fall just like we Kyrie Irving

Yeah, we get up off the scene, it was graphic cause it's murder (uh)

Yeah, we spinnin' round and round, no wheel the way we turnin' (uh)

Told him walk the walk before his mama gon' be hurtin' (uhh)

Told him get up out the way before he get hit with the switch

You can't match my bag, yeah, I spent 200 on a bitch

That ain't shit cause that bitch, she was trippin' bout some other shit

I just went and re-upped and I got myself another bitch

Thinkin' that you robbin' shit, you get hit with another blick

Better watch your mouth before we blick down on your mother bitch

Claimin' this and that, yeah, we get down, this is not for fame

Yeah, we got our shiesty we'll do this shit up in the rain

Yeah, you get outplayed for tryin' to play up in my fuckin' game

Yeah, you cappin' in your rap, pussy, that's a fuckin' shame

Yeah, you got rats in your circle, we is not the same

Scammed his ass with a fake chain, but he flexin' still

Taxed his ass to hop on my song, yeah, that shit's a fuckin' steal

Yeah, he cappin' on the net, we call his ass Lil' Dr. Phil

Yeah, his uncle gone through some pain, we sold a rock to heal

My shooters like earthquakes, they'll really come and rock your field

His ass was dead upon arrival, we confirmed the kill

He don't do no walk down, he only do it off a pill

Yeah, niggas only gangsta off a pill

I just called up, bro, he said he ready to do this drill

fn's and walk downs, we pull the Glocks out

Boom, that's the chop sound, we let them shots out

texas made the label, all these other niggas shit' beefin on the gram

He lost his life, about a bitch

Said he talkin', so we shot him close his lips

Mama said, be careful, I ain't trippin', I'm a diss

I start sippin' on the Ack, I'ma pour me up some triss

All my niggas hotheads, and they gon' do it

I just hit the nigga, drop dead, cause he ain't boomin

Why the fuck you got a Glock for? You not gon' use it