DOA

(album: Keys To The Streets - 2021)

Up the K, hit the switch on a nigga
Send the play and we bitching a nigga
Getting money what's stuck on my mental
Send a jump on a road in a rental
Streets ain't the same, these niggas be telling
If he a rat, then he cracking his melon
If I don't fuck, give her back to the streets
Hey, bitch I got Zay on this beat

Fuck nigga play, that's a dead on arrival
Who let a hundred round drum in the club?
Only the fam, we ain't fucking with none of you niggas
No, we ain't showing no love
Glock hold a thirty, you play, then we hanging you
Like a nail, put him in a coffin
I'm getting money from Monday to Sunday
If it ain't about money, I'm sorry you lost me

Fuck nigga play, that's a dead on arrival
Who let a hundred round drum in the club?
Only the fam, we ain't fucking with none of you niggas
No, we ain't showing no love
Glock hold a thirty, you play, then we hanging you
Like a nail, put him in a coffin
I'm getting money from Monday to Sunday
If it ain't about money, I'm sorry you lost me

Fuck nigga play, that's a dead on arrival
Who let a hundred round drum in the club?
Only the fam, we ain't fucking with none of you niggas
No, we ain't showing no love
Glock hold a thirty, you play, then we hanging you
Like a nail, put him in a coffin
I'm getting money from Monday to Sunday
If it ain't about money, I'm sorry you lost me

Jump on that road, we ain't scared to get money
She let me do what I want when I get in, aye
Broke niggas made me sick
And a broke hoe cant get shit, hey
Choppa bullet get to penetrating
You broke as a joke, we got plenty paper
Choppa bullet get to penetrating
Bitch, you broke as a joke, we got plenty paper
My whole life I've been getting to it
I could never let a nigga work me
It ain't meant for you if it hurts you
And my paperwork perfect
They don't fuck with you when you're fucked up
But they'll fuck with you if you're worth it
It's a cold world, I ain't perfect
I'm just out here looking for a purpose

Big booty bitch flew her in on sunday
Back on the grind, she was gone by Monday
And you know my heart colder than winter
Get on the road with the stizz and the sprinter
Play and we shoot at your top, hey
I came all the way from the block
Straight out the top with this shit, no safety
I can't believe how lil' mama just ate me

Fuck nigga play, that's a dead on arrival
Who let a hundred round drum in the club?
Only the fam, we ain't fucking with none of you niggas
No, we ain't showing no love
Glock hold a thirty, you play, then we hanging you
Like a nail, put him in a coffin
I'm getting money from Monday to Sunday
If it ain't about money, I'm sorry you lost me

Fuck nigga play, that's a dead on arrival
Who let a hundred round drum in the club?
Only the fam, we ain't fucking with none of you niggas
No, we ain't showing no love
Glock hold a thirty, you play, then we hanging you
Like a nail, put him in a coffin
I'm getting money from Monday to Sunday
If it ain't about money, I'm sorry you lost me

Nigga you ain't got no money
You know that's a personal problem
'Cause all of my young niggas robbing
And all of my young niggas takers
She don't wanna fuck, I won't make her
I was fucked up, had to make something, aye
Before I go broke I'ma say something, aye
You don't take risks, better take one, aye
I had auntie mad at me, I wouldn't stay up out her yard
I had gas, kept the pills, I was serving through the bar
Check my credentials, hey
They knowing I make it look easy, that's why they mad
Tell me the issue, aye
'Cause I'm going up, I don't give a fuck what he saying

Fuck nigga play, that's a dead on arrival
Who let a hundred round drum in the club?
Only the fam, we ain't fucking with none of you niggas
No, we ain't showing no love
Glock hold a thirty, you play, then we hanging you
Like a nail, put him in a coffin
I'm getting money from Monday to Sunday
If it ain't about money, I'm sorry you lost me

Fuck nigga play, that's a dead on arrival
Who let a hundred round drum in the club?
Only the fam, we ain't fucking with none of you niggas
No, we ain't showing no love
Glock hold a thirty, you play, then we hanging you
Like a nail, put him in a coffin
I'm getting money from Monday to Sunday
If it ain't about money, I'm sorry you lost me