DOA ft. Cmitch

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