D.O.A.

Lyrics

[Intro: Freddie Gibbs] Yeah, fa'sho Bitch, uh I'm a real-made nigga Certified grave nigga [Chorus: Freddie Gibbs] I'm a real-made nigga Certified grave digga D.O.A., it's how I play I let the fuckin' 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 fuckin' things hit ya, bitch [Bridge: Freddie Gibbs] I fuck with gangstas Man, all my niggas make the papers I fuck with gangstas Man, all my niggas make the papers I fuck with gangstas Man, all my niggas make the papers I fuck with gangstas Man, all my niggas make the papers [Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] I fuck with gangstas Man, all my niggas make the papers Them boys is stinkin' East side G.I., we don't serve no strangers My bitch is stinkin' My junkies say they need that wake up My kitchen stinkin' It's a straight bake sale when I cook that cake up Mobbin'-ass nigga, fuck a project-ass nigga Serve the pack, man, call the trash man for these garbage-ass niggas Say these motherfuckers scared to rob a robbin'-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 [Bridge: Freddie Gibbs] I fuck with gangstas Man, all my niggas make the papers I fuck with gangstas Man, all my niggas make the papers I fuck with gangstas Man, all my niggas make the papers I fuck with gangstas Man, all my niggas make the papers [Chorus Freddie Gibbs] Real-made nigga Certified grave digga D.O.A., it's how I play I let the fuckin' things hit ya I'm a real-made nigga Certified grave digga D.O.A., it's how I play I let the fuckin' things hit ya, bitch [Verse 2: G-Wiz] D.O.A., get it how I live it when I let that four go Naptown nigga, done made it, emergin' 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 smilin', came up out a dirty alley with the thugs Bangin' TECs and reppin' sets, young connoisseurs with them drugs Pack the baggage, flip the cabbage, keep it slammin' every day How the fuck niggas talkin' bout R.I.P. when boy you 'bout to D.O.A. yourself? [Verse 3: Big Kill] Bang bang bang, gang bang is all I fuckin' know Blazin' rocks with killers and some motherfuckin' cutthroats And I know Colombians that bring it by the fuckin' boat Clap they ass, put they ass face down on the fuckin' floor Hit a couple corners and nigga know I got the blow Hit a couple corners now and nigga know I got the store Ridin' down Grant Boulevard, pullin' out the four On my way to Ham Block, finna cut some more dope Kill [Bridge: Freddie Gibbs] I fuck with gangstas Man, all my niggas make the papers I fuck with gangstas Man, all my niggas make the papers I fuck with gangstas Man, all my niggas make the papers I fuck with gangstas Man, all my niggas make the papers [Chorus Freddie Gibbs] Real-made nigga Certified grave digga D.O.A., it's how I play I let the fuckin' things hit ya I'm a real-made nigga Certified grave digga D.O.A., it's how I play I let the fuckin' things hit ya, bitch