Kay Flock Doa Lyrics

[Intro: Kay Flock & Set Da Trend]
Grrah-grrah
DOA, DOA
Like
Like, grrah-grrah
Grrah-grrah

[Verse 1: Kay Flock]
Be yourself and stay up in ya' lane (Lane)
Why you runnin'? I ain't even flame
Shoot wit' double hands, that's how I got my aim
Eli got shot, he walkin' wit' a cane (Cane)
And Sha Gz keep mentionin' my name (Like, huh?)
When you see me, nigga, you better flame, like
And you said Dougie B gon' get murdered?
That's my brother, I'm uppin' that thang
DOA, I'ma geek on the track (Bitch)
EBK, I'ma leave it like that, like (Like that)
Everything dead, I ain't givin' no dap (Bitch)
If you ridin' wit' 'em them, then you getting tapped (Like, grrah)
And they likе, "Kay, he kinda cool" (Cool)
Niggas p*ssy, nigga, we ain't cool
Niggas smokin' wit' niggas who smokin' my mans?
That's on bro, I'm uppin' on him too (Grrah, grrah)
Niggas politickin', they bе fake (Fake)
Wanna talk, then f*ck up out my face
My chop' getting up, f*ck who in the way (Like, what?)
Get up wit' me if you feel a way
Or I get up wit' you nigga, either way (Where you at?)
Done talkin', bitch it's EBK (Like, huh?)
700, bitch, it's DOA
When you see me, nigga, word to Blay [Verse 2: Set Da Trend]
Speak on the dead, no takin' it back (What?)
I be buggin', I'm quick to attack (Damn)
I can't go out like Lotti or Matt (What?)
Keep a pole, brodie told me, "Don't lack"
Mula keep shootin', leave 'em on the pavement (Baow)
I can't talk about that situation
Pop me a Perky, got me elevated
They like, "YB, you different"
Run down, watch me get to clickin'
I start throwin' bullets like a pitcher
Lotti, he dead, spin through the Hav (Gang)
I'm tryna shoot it, aim it at his face
Too many opps livin' up, it's a shame
Sha Gz got beat, where the f*ck was your gang?
Two sleez slide up wit' the stick, let it bang (Grrah, wit' the stick, let it bang, like, wit' the stick, let it—)

[Verse 3: Kay Flock & Set Da Trend]
On court, actin' bad wit' a deucey (Deucey)
Talkin' hot, you get burned like a loosie
After loosie, get schooled wit' this toolie
Baba, she lined him, tricked him, he a foolie
Totin' guns, ain't talkin' Call of Duty (Grrah)
Wet him up, ain't talkin' no jacuzzi (Grrah)
Mr. Make-A-Movie, leave 'em gooey (Grrah, grrah)
You gon' hold the stick or you gon' boom it? (Grrah-grrah, boom)