Gang
Grra
DOA DOA
Gang
Gang Gang Gang
Grra
Grra
Gang Gang
Gang Gang Gang
[Verse 1: Jo Bandz]
First thing first n suck my dick
And it's still burn [?] in the spliff
Mentioning my dead that's how you get hit
Fuck that shit n, we gon' switch up the whip
How y'all spinnin' the Sev? Y'all ain't never do shit , like
Go and pick up a gun , like
Mentioning JB that's a ticket to death
Smoking Lotti, Dummy , don't be next
Ns really soft , y'all really AquaFresh
Spinning through the Sev and hollows hit ya neck
N ain't a score that we ain't upset
Just ask the opps they treat us with respect
DOA the motto please don't forget
Call up lil' Gotti, Aiming for your chest
Who the fuck is Keem he ain't on shit
Married to the tracks , N never bеnt
Lookin' for me, N on the bench
Sugarhill what? y'all ns rеally kids
Shot in ya' head , Still ain't neva' spin
Still free Nazzy Loc' out the pen
Solid as a rock , punching ns brims
We the real flock, Glocks that extend
"Boy we don't run , boy we don't trip"
That n cap, was runnin' fast , Rick
I was fourteen catching real cases
Lil Notti with me , moving real anxious
Trigger finger itchin' , N we ain't brainless
Pissing me off , now Im upset
Ballin' like Diddy , N I'm a vet
Still live long JB on the set
Sev Block, DOA , We Up Next
[?] Slidin' up with the tec
Don't spin in no V's n' get flipped
We the real opp , putting in pain
Shot by a dyke , n you a lame
Begging me for cash , N it's a shame
DOA the gang, N know my name
Chillin' with the opps you gonna get flamed
[Verse 2: Set Da Trend]
You got shot by a dyke , n you a lame
Mally that's my brother, for him i'mma flame
I ain't with the dissin' I just leave you missin'
Get wrapped like a gift n this ain't Christmas
When I'm off the Xannies I be feeling different
Me and Kay on the hit bitch and we ain't missing
Me and JO back to back we like Mike and Pippen
So long , cus JO look right he still clicking
Clip ain't see through but it's a thirty
[?]' , shootin like he curry
See the opps I bet he show no mercy
Woo got poked they got up in his jersey
[Verse 3: Kay Flock]
Say we smoke all deads, we want all red , we gon' die with that shit
Like, what?
On the back I throw off peds
Walk up on legs , when I'm firing shit, like
We see Gz, Ns know what I do
They know what time it is when I bend through, like
I done boomed at his old heads, that's a code red
Sha Gz I'm looking for you
Stop ducking when I'm bending through
Shoot broad day that's nothing new
Spinnin' through early , you got no excuse
N be capping on rap what he do
Grra
DOA DOA
Gang
Gang Gang Gang
Grra
Grra
Gang Gang
Gang Gang Gang
[Verse 1: Jo Bandz]
First thing first n suck my dick
And it's still burn [?] in the spliff
Mentioning my dead that's how you get hit
Fuck that shit n, we gon' switch up the whip
How y'all spinnin' the Sev? Y'all ain't never do shit , like
Go and pick up a gun , like
Mentioning JB that's a ticket to death
Smoking Lotti, Dummy , don't be next
Ns really soft , y'all really AquaFresh
Spinning through the Sev and hollows hit ya neck
N ain't a score that we ain't upset
Just ask the opps they treat us with respect
DOA the motto please don't forget
Call up lil' Gotti, Aiming for your chest
Who the fuck is Keem he ain't on shit
Married to the tracks , N never bеnt
Lookin' for me, N on the bench
Sugarhill what? y'all ns rеally kids
Shot in ya' head , Still ain't neva' spin
Still free Nazzy Loc' out the pen
Solid as a rock , punching ns brims
We the real flock, Glocks that extend
"Boy we don't run , boy we don't trip"
That n cap, was runnin' fast , Rick
I was fourteen catching real cases
Lil Notti with me , moving real anxious
Trigger finger itchin' , N we ain't brainless
Pissing me off , now Im upset
Ballin' like Diddy , N I'm a vet
Still live long JB on the set
Sev Block, DOA , We Up Next
[?] Slidin' up with the tec
Don't spin in no V's n' get flipped
We the real opp , putting in pain
Shot by a dyke , n you a lame
Begging me for cash , N it's a shame
DOA the gang, N know my name
Chillin' with the opps you gonna get flamed
[Verse 2: Set Da Trend]
You got shot by a dyke , n you a lame
Mally that's my brother, for him i'mma flame
I ain't with the dissin' I just leave you missin'
Get wrapped like a gift n this ain't Christmas
When I'm off the Xannies I be feeling different
Me and Kay on the hit bitch and we ain't missing
Me and JO back to back we like Mike and Pippen
So long , cus JO look right he still clicking
Clip ain't see through but it's a thirty
[?]' , shootin like he curry
See the opps I bet he show no mercy
Woo got poked they got up in his jersey
[Verse 3: Kay Flock]
Say we smoke all deads, we want all red , we gon' die with that shit
Like, what?
On the back I throw off peds
Walk up on legs , when I'm firing shit, like
We see Gz, Ns know what I do
They know what time it is when I bend through, like
I done boomed at his old heads, that's a code red
Sha Gz I'm looking for you
Stop ducking when I'm bending through
Shoot broad day that's nothing new
Spinnin' through early , you got no excuse
N be capping on rap what he do
( Jo Bandz )
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