Every opp shot, bend through that block
Too many knocks in the V, no stop
Keep a chop and this sh#t go, “Grrah-grrah-grrah”
I’d be damned if I go out like Rah
f#ck Lotti, f#ck Dummy
Said that’s her man but I still let her suck
It’s an O in the spot then we shoot up the function
Turn him to legs if he think that he runnin’
DOA, EBK
Every opp shot, I ain’t droppin’ this knocker for nothin’
Feel a way, spin my way
On the sixth block, thirty-three shots to his muffin
Like, f#ck it, don’t give a f#ck ’bout the fame
n#gg#s touch one of mines then we huntin’
f#ck the O’s, you gon’ suck on my block
If he movin’ {?}
Got the knock in the whip, ain’t no stoppin’ for cops
Who got left in the cab? Lil’ dumb Rah Rah
Like, wait, don’t stop, keep geekin’
She a thot, I can not eat it
Beat up the box, f#ck then I’m leavin’
Look back, he hop, he got mе tweakin’
We got 300 shots, so don’t run, don’t beliеve it?
I’m either hanging wit’ scammers or demons
Lil’ thottie, let’s party with charlies and molly’s
Too much trippin’, it might f#ck up my heart beat
300 DOA, shakin’ the party
3-300 DOA, shakin’ the party
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