D.O.A.

I'm a real-made nigga Certified grave digga D.O.A., it's how I play I let the fucking things hit ya I'm a street-paid nigga Tryna catch a fade with ya D.O.A., it's how I play I let the fucking things hit ya, bitch I fuck with gangsters Man, all my niggas make the papers I fuck with gangsters Man, all my niggas make the papers I fuck with gangsters Man, all my niggas make the papers I fuck with gangsters Man, all my niggas make the papers I fuck with gangsters Man, all my niggas make the papers Them boys is stinking East side G.I., we don't serve no strangers My bitch is stinking My junkies say they need that wake up My kitchen stinking It's a straight bake sale when I cook that cake up Mobbing-ass nigga, fuck a project-ass nigga Serve the pack, man, call the trashman for these garbage-ass niggas Say these motherfuckers scared to rob a robbing-ass nigga Send you back to your connect, you short a lot of bands, nigga Gangsta Gibbs, baby greasier than Weezy at the All-Star Way too often, Jeezy, he wasn't even in my ballpark Swing straight for the fence and drop my nuts down on the plate I made your favorite rapper want to put a price up on my face It's Gangsta Gibbs I fuck with gangsters Man, all my niggas make the papers I fuck with gangsters Man, all my niggas make the papers I fuck with gangsters Man, all my niggas make the papers I fuck with gangsters Man, all my niggas make the papers Real-made nigga Certified grave digga D.O.A., it's how I play I let the fucking things hit ya I'm a real-made nigga Certified grave digga D.O.A., it's how I play I let the fucking things hit ya, bitch D.O.A., get it how I live it when I let that four go Naptown nigga, done made it, emerging fresh out the dope smoke All my niggas hustlers and killers, green light we all go Send 'em all to they makers and close casket they funerals No smiling, came up out a dirty alley with the thugs Banging TECs and repping sets, young connoisseurs with them drugs Pack the baggage, flip the cabbage, keep it slamming every day How the fuck niggas talking bout R.I.P. when boy you 'bout to D.O.A. yourself Bang bang bang, gang bang is all I fucking know Blazing rocks with killers and some motherfucking cutthroats And I know Colombians that bring it by the fucking boat Clap they ass, put they ass face down on the fucking floor Hit a couple corners and nigga know I got the blow Hit a couple corners now and nigga know I got the store Riding down Grant Boulevard, pulling out the four On my way to Ham Block, finna cut some more dope Kill I fuck with gangsters Man, all my niggas make the papers I fuck with gangsters Man, all my niggas make the papers I fuck with gangsters Man, all my niggas make the papers I fuck with gangsters Man, all my niggas make the papers Real-made nigga Certified grave digga D.O.A., it's how I play I let the fucking things hit ya I'm a real-made nigga Certified grave digga D.O.A., it's how I play I let the fucking things hit ya, bitch