No I.D. - D.O.A. lyrics

[Produced by No I.D.] [Verse 1] Fiji water, grandaddy purp Excuse me, I let the semi-automatic burp Blood gang mothaf**a, call me Red Alert Young Carter k** in order, who get it first Stuff that girl with dick 'til her head burst Young Weezle flow needles, I can thread shirts Boy you ain't did sh**, I done said worse Flip your fitted cap back like Fred Durst Fiji water, OG kush Yeah, I drink verses and eat hooks Got the stove on my waist, and we cooks I'm in the way, you can't pa**, like Aaron Brooks President, ride the car slow I let my driver drive, I'm on par 4 Spit hanging from my mouth, retard flow And I say what I want like an award show I'm on some sh** ain't even came out the a** yet Sit back and watch the green grow like the gra** wet Young or old, there ain't no comparin' me I just cleared that up, moment of clarity [Hook] [Verse 2] I'm about to go almonds Young head-buster, get your helmets You n***as real soft, what is that, velvet? I get big chips, you get Alvins I'm about to go walnuts We get 7-digit money, you can call us Hit em with the chopper, watch em ball up Paint your face red, you all dolled up Yeah, Young Nino, n***a I do it for my team, Tim Tebow, n***a I'm k**in' this sh**, grim reap' flow, n***a Getting swallowed by the Maybach, deep throat n***a Uh, I'm about to go Planters I'm still in my prime, Deion Sanders We all gamblers, I will not lose Flow precious as diamonds, I drop j**els Give me mine or I'mma take mine Smoking purple, I heard it through the grape vine Weezy Baby, AKA Your Highness I just k**ed this sh**, moment of silence [Hook] [Verse 3] But I ain't finished, uh-uh No Ceilings, motherf**er! Yeah! I'm in the zone like a fastball And I f** the game up like a bad call Let the money stack, don't let the cash fall Bars all day, no last call Uh, I'm in the Red Zone, n***a Wake up in the morning with your head gone, n***a Birdman Jr., wings spread on n***as Leave the beef in the streets and bring the bread home n***a Yeah, tell the doctor step aside please Dr. Carter got some lean in your IV's Strong dry weed, make my eyes bleed Strong arm rap, I rock an iron sleeve Uh, I'm in the zone like the secondary No lie b**h I'm flyer than a pet canary I'm a dog on the beat, f** the veterinary Two women praise me like Mary Mary I'm in the zone like college ball Spit fire like I'm sipping on a Molotov Loose bowels, this sh** so easy (I might send this to the mixtape, Weezy)