"DOA" lyrics
Luh Soldier & Zaytoven Lyrics
Up the K, hit the switch on a nigga
Send the play and we bitchin' a nigga
Gettin' money what's stuck on my mental
Send a jump on a road in a rental
Streets ain't the same, these niggas be tellin'
If he a rat, then he crackin' 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 fuckin' with none of you niggas
No, we ain't showin' no love
Glock hold a thirty, you play, then we hangin' you
Like a nail, put him in a coffin
I'm gettin' 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 fuckin' with none of you niggas
No, we ain't showin' no love
Glock hold a thirty, you play, then we hangin' you
Like a nail, put him in a coffin
I'm gettin' 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 fuckin' with none of you niggas
No, we ain't showin' no love
Glock hold a thirty, you play, then we hangin' you
Like a nail, put him in a coffin
I'm gettin' 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 penetratin'
You broke as a joke, we got plenty paper
Choppa bullet get to penetratin'
Bitch, you broke as a joke, we got plenty paper
My whole life I've been gettin' 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 lookin' 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 fuckin' with none of you niggas
No, we ain't showin' no love
Glock hold a thirty, you play, then we hangin' you
Like a nail, put him in a coffin
I'm gettin' 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 fuckin' with none of you niggas
No, we ain't showin' no love
Glock hold a thirty, you play, then we hangin' you
Like a nail, put him in a coffin
I'm gettin' 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 robbin'
And all of my young niggas takers
She don't wanna fuck, I won't make her
I was fucked up, had to make somethin', aye
Before I go broke I'ma say somethin', 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 servin' through the bar
Check my credentials, hey
They knowin' I make it look easy, that's why they mad
Tell me the issue, aye
'Cause I'm goin' up, I don't give a fuck what he sayin'
Fuck nigga play, that's a dead on arrival
Who let a hundred round drum in the club?
Only the fam, we ain't fuckin' with none of you niggas
No, we ain't showin' no love
Glock hold a thirty, you play, then we hangin' you
Like a nail, put him in a coffin
I'm gettin' 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 fuckin' with none of you niggas
No, we ain't showin' no love
Glock hold a thirty, you play, then we hangin' you
Like a nail, put him in a coffin
I'm gettin' money from Monday to Sunday
If it ain't about money, I'm sorry you lost me
Send the play and we bitchin' a nigga
Gettin' money what's stuck on my mental
Send a jump on a road in a rental
Streets ain't the same, these niggas be tellin'
If he a rat, then he crackin' 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 fuckin' with none of you niggas
No, we ain't showin' no love
Glock hold a thirty, you play, then we hangin' you
Like a nail, put him in a coffin
I'm gettin' 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 fuckin' with none of you niggas
No, we ain't showin' no love
Glock hold a thirty, you play, then we hangin' you
Like a nail, put him in a coffin
I'm gettin' 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 fuckin' with none of you niggas
No, we ain't showin' no love
Glock hold a thirty, you play, then we hangin' you
Like a nail, put him in a coffin
I'm gettin' 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 penetratin'
You broke as a joke, we got plenty paper
Choppa bullet get to penetratin'
Bitch, you broke as a joke, we got plenty paper
My whole life I've been gettin' 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 lookin' 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 fuckin' with none of you niggas
No, we ain't showin' no love
Glock hold a thirty, you play, then we hangin' you
Like a nail, put him in a coffin
I'm gettin' 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 fuckin' with none of you niggas
No, we ain't showin' no love
Glock hold a thirty, you play, then we hangin' you
Like a nail, put him in a coffin
I'm gettin' 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 robbin'
And all of my young niggas takers
She don't wanna fuck, I won't make her
I was fucked up, had to make somethin', aye
Before I go broke I'ma say somethin', 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 servin' through the bar
Check my credentials, hey
They knowin' I make it look easy, that's why they mad
Tell me the issue, aye
'Cause I'm goin' up, I don't give a fuck what he sayin'
Fuck nigga play, that's a dead on arrival
Who let a hundred round drum in the club?
Only the fam, we ain't fuckin' with none of you niggas
No, we ain't showin' no love
Glock hold a thirty, you play, then we hangin' you
Like a nail, put him in a coffin
I'm gettin' 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 fuckin' with none of you niggas
No, we ain't showin' no love
Glock hold a thirty, you play, then we hangin' you
Like a nail, put him in a coffin
I'm gettin' money from Monday to Sunday
If it ain't about money, I'm sorry you lost me
