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doa (original version) - kay flock 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, n*gga, 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 (b*tch)
ebk, i’ma leave it like that, like (like that)
everything dead, i ain’t givin’ no dap (b*tch)
if you ridin’ wit’ ’em them, then you getting tapped (like, grrah)
and they likе, “kay, he kinda cool” (cool)
n*ggas p*ssy, n*gga, we ain’t cool
n*ggas smokin’ wit’ n*ggas who smokin’ my mans?
that’s on bro, i’m uppin’ on him too (grrah, grrah)
n*ggas 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 n*gga, either way (where you at?)
done talkin’, b*tch it’s ebk (like, huh?)
700, b*tch, it’s doa
when you see me, n*gga, 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 (d*mn)
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 cl!ckin’
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)
[verse: jo bandz, kay flock & dougie b]
i told kay bro i’m mr [?] (grrah) we gonna run a n*gga 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 sh*t cool (like) running up on me ima clear the [?] [?] shoot i ain’t talkin who? (grrah*grrah boom) drillyk n*ggas smokin who? (like who?) his little dumbass got me on the moon (dummy) f*ck that lotti in it 2 (like*like*like*like) [?] ima geek on the track [?] ima beat her back, me and doug back*to*back like the beetles on track, if he talk on bro we gon aim his [?]

- kay flock lyrics

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