🎵 DOA // by blancoBLK

1 ContributorDOA Lyrics “DOA” was intended to be rizzy Trae’s second single from his debut mixtape, Arcade. However, it was scrapped. Released on November 14, 2018, the song is notoriously known for its album artwork, a picture of… Read More  [Intro: Mateo, Trizzy Trae and AJ] Been around the way since the [?] You want the problems, nigga, so I'ma hold you to it I mean, what? No patience, Trae (He got burger buns) Thought that's who you was This is America This is America Colonized and cocky, at that (DOA, DOA, DOA, yeah) Colonized, cocky and filled with unwanted diseases like Matt (DOA, DOA, DOA, yeah) Oh! [Verse: Trizzy Trae] Nigga, miss me with that 7-1-5 flow you recycled two years ago Keep that karaoke shit, I yearn for that original Knick-knack, paddy-whack, my nigga, go get Matt a bone Can't affiliate with bitches, got respect, go get your own 'Cause he don't respect the hustle, went against my protocol Trizzy Trae, I'm chasing dreams He chasin' hoes and alcohol Fucking cokeheads and super-seniors up in the campus stalls Your 15 minutes is over, welcome to your curtain call, uh I still ain't got no patience for these niggas Ain't you proud of me? Lowkey thought you bodied me You can't body prodigies (yeah) Heard that you was mocking me You're just-just a mockery Gran Torino, I pull out that 9, fuck off my property Too good for these chickens I got beef, what's the problem, B? Got your bitch to text me You was pussy, you was dodging me (what the fuck?) Tried to keep it chill, let you live, I was professional But now you got the balls? Damn, I thought you had one testicle? (Haha, the fuck?) On that graveyard shift, dead body, I'ma carry ya Talkin' groundwork, got the shovel just to bury ya I'm silent but deadly, bitch, don't make me cross that barrier Here's some trivia Was it herpes or (uhh)? Try me if you want to, best believe I got the facts, Matt Burger buns, once this song is over, it's a snack wrap Joking on disorders, shit was lame, that ain't a clap back Clack Matt Trizzy Trae reloaded came to snap back Your rhymes retarded, bogus bogus, nigga, just retire Call me Houdini, hocus pocus, bitch, I spit that fire Nobody came to see you Otis, bitch, I'm David Ruffin Albino Post Malone, face built like a English muffin Please don't come for me unless I do send for you Call me bitter if you want to, I just only speak the truth Since you want the controversy, Trizzy Trae shall give to you Time to put you six feet under Rest in hell, I bury you D.O.A [Outro: Trizzy Trae, AJ, Jessica Diplan & Bri] Wait, does he only have one testicle? (DOA, DOA) 'Cause Matt made many, many horrible decisions, but alcohol is like the lowest (DOA, DOA) He fuckin', he fuckin' is drawlin Fucking dickhead, yo We're gathered here today to talk about the song Because the quality of his music, I don't know if you can call it finished What was I going to say, I totally agree with you I agree with your whole muffin analogy, 'cause the boy really looks like a muffin His head looks like a fuckin', what you call it? (All in all, Matthew) A mushroom A fucking mushroom from Mario Keep my fucking name out your mouth.... bitch (You a bitch)