DOA

They say I'm wrong as hell for putting money on his bail,

I can't go nowhere without my killers, I'll fail, bullets raining hell, I seen my niggas turning pale

and you will never catch me slipping, I'm not fit for going to jail.

These niggas known for switches sides, that's why they gotta play with switches.

And you can't get no convo out of mines, my hoes be coming different, fuck the district

I was trying to make away

When they was ditching. And now it's paper, by the pound, I need that money and my riches.

I hope you listen, I'm the type of nigga that's gon' go to trial.

Never leave my brothers

man, I know it's been a while. I was running out of gas, I know they never took em out

We riding dirty in them tints, I know the cops had peeped it foul .