Freddie Gibbs, Big Kill, G-Wiz - D.O.A. lyrics
Freddie Gibbs [Fredrick Jamel Tipton] Gary, Indiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Freddie Gibbs, Big Kill, G-Wiz - D.O.A. lyrics]
I'm a real made nigga certified grave digga
DOA, it's how I play
I let the fucking things hit ya
I'm a street paid nigga
Tryna catch a fade with ya
DOA, it's how I play
I let the fucking things hit ya, bitch
I fuck with gangsters
Man, all my niggas make the papers
I fuck with gangsters
Man, all my niggas make the papers
Them boys is stinking
East side GI, we don't serve no strangers
My bitch is stinking
My junkies say they need that wake up
My kitchen stinking
It's a straight bake sale when
I cook that cake up
Mobbing-ass nigga, fuck a project-ass nigga
Serve the pack, man, call the trashman for
These garbage-ass niggas
Say these motherfuckers scared to
Rob a robbing-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
Real made nigga certified grave digga
DOA, it's how I play
I let the fucking things hit ya
I'm a real made nigga certified grave digga
DOA, it's how I play
I let the fucking things hit ya, bitch
DOA, get it how I live it
When I let that four go
Naptown nigga, done made it
Emerging 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 smiling
Came up out a dirty alley with the thugs
Banging TECs and repping sets
Young connoisseurs with them drugs
Pack the baggage, flip the cabbage
Keep it slamming every day
How the fuck niggas talking bout RIP
When boy you 'bout to dOA yourself
Bang bang bang
Gang bang is all I fucking know
Blazing rocks with killers and
Some motherfucking cutthroats
And I know Colombians that bring
It by the fucking boat clap they ass
Put they ass face down on the fucking floor
Hit a couple corners and nigga
Know I got the blow
Hit a couple corners now and nigga
Know I got the store
Riding down Grant Boulevard
Pulling out the four on my way to Ham Block
Figure cause I'm on dope kill
DOA, it's how I play
I let the fucking things hit ya
I'm a street paid nigga
Tryna catch a fade with ya
DOA, it's how I play
I let the fucking things hit ya, bitch
I fuck with gangsters
Man, all my niggas make the papers
I fuck with gangsters
Man, all my niggas make the papers
Them boys is stinking
East side GI, we don't serve no strangers
My bitch is stinking
My junkies say they need that wake up
My kitchen stinking
It's a straight bake sale when
I cook that cake up
Mobbing-ass nigga, fuck a project-ass nigga
Serve the pack, man, call the trashman for
These garbage-ass niggas
Say these motherfuckers scared to
Rob a robbing-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
Real made nigga certified grave digga
DOA, it's how I play
I let the fucking things hit ya
I'm a real made nigga certified grave digga
DOA, it's how I play
I let the fucking things hit ya, bitch
DOA, get it how I live it
When I let that four go
Naptown nigga, done made it
Emerging 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 smiling
Came up out a dirty alley with the thugs
Banging TECs and repping sets
Young connoisseurs with them drugs
Pack the baggage, flip the cabbage
Keep it slamming every day
How the fuck niggas talking bout RIP
When boy you 'bout to dOA yourself
Bang bang bang
Gang bang is all I fucking know
Blazing rocks with killers and
Some motherfucking cutthroats
And I know Colombians that bring
It by the fucking boat clap they ass
Put they ass face down on the fucking floor
Hit a couple corners and nigga
Know I got the blow
Hit a couple corners now and nigga
Know I got the store
Riding down Grant Boulevard
Pulling out the four on my way to Ham Block
Figure cause I'm on dope kill