DOA 3 by King Ty Lyrics
[Intro]
Gang
Double M-G King Ty, 1212 shit
Bitch, huh, let's get it
[Verse]
Fuck Montana of 300, I'm a young nigga who be gettin' money
Everywhere, I tote a pole, so a nigga won't take shit from me
100 rounds in that SK, better ask around, bitch, we drummin'
'Cause you in the P, you think shit sweet, on Folks 'nem, bitch, we comin'
Head shots to his dreadlocks, dead presidents make the Feds watch
We found Kemo like Finding Nemo, it's a shit bag, not legshots
Bitch, I'm from the Pole, where it's over cold, ask Young Pappy, we give head shots
Try to run from me, get some from me, like 2 Cups, you get your head popped
GDK, I'll slam the rakes and do this shit in a Brick face
Hit yo' block with a 30 shots, send a lot of shots, then jump gates
Homicide after homicide, why the fuck you think I made "DOA?"
We got SK's, we got AK's, but we smoked Tae ass with a eight
Smoked Pooh Bear with the nine, hit him in the face like nine times
I'm the CEO of my campaign, so guaranteed that I'm gon' shine
Got a mop stick full of hot shot, like a gang sign, we drop shit
Have your bitch come suck a dick, then send her home 'cause she not shit
I'm a real nigga, who the fuck said we don't kill niggas?
I'll pop a nigga like a pill, nigga, you a situation, we'll deal with you
You'll get nailed with the steel, nigga, call Numba 4, better chill, nigga
My oldheads won't smoke nothin', so it's just me and my lil' niggas doin' drills, nigga
Posted up on the A-Block, .45 close, that's an eight shot
Like Edai, I make the floor shake and I'm right here on Blake Block
Glock 19 with a red beam, you can try to run, it won't mean a thing
Get Rich, we the murder team, ask Ace, we'll leave a murder scene
Got juice like a magazine, if you talking colors, all I see is green
You can try to run like Forrest Gump, have Jay-Jay hit you with the pump
My Glen Riches, they go dumb, you playin' crazy, you get slumped
[?] bought me a drum, so it's fuck you and where you from
We ganged out, my opp's block don't hangout
We'll slide through with them things out
Like a salt buck, get changed out
How you think Pap got fame now? We hit his ass with a black mop
Made him check from a back shot, who said a 'K make a MAC stop?
[Outro]
You already know how we rockin'
Double M-G shit, man
On Foe 'nem, niggas ain't fuckin' with us
Ayy, niggas already know how we rockin'
Aye, Rico Recklezz, boy, stop sneak dissin' us, bitch ass nigga
You ain't out there doing no fuckin' drills, your ass out here chasin' clout, bitch
Catch you, I'ma smoke your dumbass, get up with me, we out here (gang)
There's no goddamn respawns in real life
Maybe in Call of Duty, but not in real life
Now, aspiring rapper and full-time savage, Young Pappy
He was one of 16 people shot in a 14-hour period in Chiraq
Now think about it, man, goddamn, that is Steph Curry efficiency
Gang
Double M-G King Ty, 1212 shit
Bitch, huh, let's get it
[Verse]
Fuck Montana of 300, I'm a young nigga who be gettin' money
Everywhere, I tote a pole, so a nigga won't take shit from me
100 rounds in that SK, better ask around, bitch, we drummin'
'Cause you in the P, you think shit sweet, on Folks 'nem, bitch, we comin'
Head shots to his dreadlocks, dead presidents make the Feds watch
We found Kemo like Finding Nemo, it's a shit bag, not legshots
Bitch, I'm from the Pole, where it's over cold, ask Young Pappy, we give head shots
Try to run from me, get some from me, like 2 Cups, you get your head popped
GDK, I'll slam the rakes and do this shit in a Brick face
Hit yo' block with a 30 shots, send a lot of shots, then jump gates
Homicide after homicide, why the fuck you think I made "DOA?"
We got SK's, we got AK's, but we smoked Tae ass with a eight
Smoked Pooh Bear with the nine, hit him in the face like nine times
I'm the CEO of my campaign, so guaranteed that I'm gon' shine
Got a mop stick full of hot shot, like a gang sign, we drop shit
Have your bitch come suck a dick, then send her home 'cause she not shit
I'm a real nigga, who the fuck said we don't kill niggas?
I'll pop a nigga like a pill, nigga, you a situation, we'll deal with you
You'll get nailed with the steel, nigga, call Numba 4, better chill, nigga
My oldheads won't smoke nothin', so it's just me and my lil' niggas doin' drills, nigga
Posted up on the A-Block, .45 close, that's an eight shot
Like Edai, I make the floor shake and I'm right here on Blake Block
Glock 19 with a red beam, you can try to run, it won't mean a thing
Get Rich, we the murder team, ask Ace, we'll leave a murder scene
Got juice like a magazine, if you talking colors, all I see is green
You can try to run like Forrest Gump, have Jay-Jay hit you with the pump
My Glen Riches, they go dumb, you playin' crazy, you get slumped
[?] bought me a drum, so it's fuck you and where you from
We ganged out, my opp's block don't hangout
We'll slide through with them things out
Like a salt buck, get changed out
How you think Pap got fame now? We hit his ass with a black mop
Made him check from a back shot, who said a 'K make a MAC stop?
[Outro]
You already know how we rockin'
Double M-G shit, man
On Foe 'nem, niggas ain't fuckin' with us
Ayy, niggas already know how we rockin'
Aye, Rico Recklezz, boy, stop sneak dissin' us, bitch ass nigga
You ain't out there doing no fuckin' drills, your ass out here chasin' clout, bitch
Catch you, I'ma smoke your dumbass, get up with me, we out here (gang)
There's no goddamn respawns in real life
Maybe in Call of Duty, but not in real life
Now, aspiring rapper and full-time savage, Young Pappy
He was one of 16 people shot in a 14-hour period in Chiraq
Now think about it, man, goddamn, that is Steph Curry efficiency