DOA

Damn fake, you cookin' up

Throw me one more water, baby, I think I'm Triple H

I got that food, I scraped it up, took the rice right off the plate

Niggas, they hate on me for nothin', I guess they're supposed to hate

They won't catch me lackin', nigga, I won't never make no mistake

D.O.A., dead on arrival check the scenery

Call the D.A.A., they don't know what happened, they tryin' to read the place

Put this bit in track mode, I'm gone, uh, they can't find me

Boy, I got shooters that will take he's noggin off that's perfect timing, check my chain, nigga

Lookin' like I mine this bitch myself