[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 pussy, 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 fuck up out my face
My chop' getting up, fuck 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 fuck 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)
[Verse 4: Jo Bandz, Kay Flock]
I Told Kay Bro I’m Mr screws (Grrah)
We gonna run a nigga we gonna lose (Like)
Brought The Mop and Yagi brought the boom, shoot for JB ima see u soon (Grrah-Grrah)
2 guns on me ima act a fool smoking with opps thinking this shit cool (Like)
Running up on me ima clear the room, YB shoot I ain’t talkin' who? (Grrah-Grrah Boom)
DrillyK Niggas smokin who? (Like Who?) his little dumbass got me on the moon (Dummy) fuck that Lotti in it too (Like-Like-Like-Like)
Once again ima geek on the track, she shake it like nation I beat on her back
Me and Doug back-to-back like the Beetles on track, If he talkin on bro we gon for aim his cap