DOA lyrics

[Chorus: BAK Jay]
Exotic weed, exotic bars
Exotic hoes drive exotic cars
When I walk in there, I don't need a bodyguard
Got a switch for a tough n*gga, think he hard
Boxed in the whip, better get out the way
Heard another n*gga hit, he was DOA
Ain't tryna talk, b*tch, get out my face
Tell the b*tch leave me alone, let me count this pape

[Post-Chrous: FBG Murda]
Pour two fours so I'm off like 8
That tris, I don't f*ck with no cheap ass drank
In the face, she was ugly but had a little shape
Would've f*cked but the ho' was just too damn stank
Brodie just playing his role
When I say it's a go, he gon' show they lil ass he a snake
I'm from the 6, where it's cold
Better have you a pole
Pick a side or get left in the wake

[Verse 1: BAK Jay]
Walk in the function, it's Murda and Jay
Nah, f*ck that b*tch, it's BAK
Better go on the run, if you can't beat the case
Lil bro done round f*cked, take the laws on a chase
n*ggas be cap, they ain't never gon spin
I got a strap, can't get in no blend
Please stop telling these hoes we friends
You ain't my brother, slime or twin
[Verse 2: FBG Murda & BAK Jay]
Please stop telling these hoes we cool
Cordial or friendly, something I never been
Put 20K on your sh*t in a striker
A AMG, shooter bounced out a Benz
Ain't doing no fighting, I'm not one of them
Bullet wound to the body, it knocked out his wind
Before I hit his neck, I'll aim for his chin
Like f*ck bout who next, we spinning again
Uh, lil' Brodie got hit with that grrt
Them boys promoting no antidote, don't even touch us
Aight, cool, he think he the toughest
Next time that we spin, his b*tch ass getting doubled
sh*t ain't been safe on they side
If you ask around the city, OTS the ones causing the trouble
Bronem put poles to his face so quick for that J
Round us, I advise you to tuckle (Ay, ay ay)

[Verse 3: BAK Jay]
Tuck yo' sh*t, boy, we still might take it
I'm not a rap n*gga, I'm sliding for free
Ran in that ho, but that b*tch was vacant
I thought we was finna come up on some P's
Creep up on him, he thought I was Jason
Hell nah, n*gga, b*tch it's JayC
Might pop up by surprise but take one look in my eyes
You gon' know it was me
Me and bro high-five the sky, we heard another opp just died
Got knocked off of feet
No, I ain't wasting no time
Put the car in drive, I'm finna skrt off of the scene
Too many b*tches tryna hit my line but can't find one that could cook or clean
Why twelve keep tryna take my drugs
Like what the f*ck, I'm stuck on lean (What the f*ck)
[Chorus: BAK Jay]
Exotic weed, exotic bars
Exotic hoes drive exotic cars
When I walk in there, I don't need a bodyguard
Got a switch for a tough n*gga, think he hard
Boxed in the whip, better get out the way
Heard another n*gga hit, he was DOA
Ain't tryna talk, b*tch, get out my face
Tell the b*tch leave me alone, let me count this pape

[Post-Chrous: FBG Murda]
Pour two fours so I'm off like 8
That tris, I don't f*ck with no cheap ass drank
In the face, she was ugly but had a little shape
Would've f*cked but the ho' was just too damn stank
Brodie just playing his role
When I say it's a go, he gon' show they lil ass he a snake
I'm from the 6, where it's cold
Better have you a pole
Pick a side or get left in the wake