Freddie Gibbs - D.O.A. lyrics

[Hook 1: Freddie Gibbs] I'm a real-made n***a Certified grave digga D.O.A., it's how I play I let the f**ing things hit ya I'm a street-paid n***a Tryna catch a fade with ya D.O.A., it's how I play I let the f**ing things hit ya, b**h [Pre-Hook x4: Freddie Gibbs] I f** with gangsters Man, all my n***as make the papers [Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] I f** with gangsters Man, all my n***as make the papers Them boys is stinking East side G.I., we don't serve no strangers My b**h 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-a** n***a, f** a project-a** n***a Serve the pack, man, call the trashman for these garbage-a** n***as Say these motherf**ers scared to rob a robbing-a** n***a Send you back to your connect, you short a lot of bands, n***a 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 [Pre-Hook x4: Freddie Gibbs] [Hook 2: Freddie Gibbs] Real-made n***a Certified grave digga D.O.A., it's how I play I let the f**ing things hit ya I'm a real-made n***a Certified grave digga D.O.A., it's how I play I let the f**ing things hit ya, b**h [Verse 2: G-Wiz] D.O.A., get it how I live it when I let that four go Naptown n***a, done made it, emerging fresh out the dope smoke All my n***as hustlers and k**ers, 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 d** Pack the baggage, flip the cabbage, keep it slamming every day How the f** n***as talking bout R.I.P. when boy you 'bout to D.O.A. yourself [Verse 3: Big k**] Bang bang bang, gang bang is all I f**ing know Blazing rocks with k**ers and some motherf**ing cutthroats And I know Colombians that bring it by the f**ing boat Clap they a**, put they a** face down on the f**ing floor Hit a couple corners and n***a know I got the blow Hit a couple corners now and n***a know I got the store Riding down Grant Boulevard, pulling out the four On my way to Ham Block, finna cut some more dope k** [Pre-Hook x4: Freddie Gibbs] [Hook 2: Freddie Gibbs]