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[verse 1: dooski]
if you a opp it ain’t really even safe for your block
every night headshots you better sleep with your glocks
n-ggas dissing over twitter it’s gon’ turn up homicides
i don’t hang with goofy n-ggas all my n-ggas down to ride
call up d boy finna get in traffic then we call some opps slacking
let they goofy -ss have it
you’ve probably never saw a dead body in your life
i got youngins blowing pipes and they ain’t trynna earn stripes
yeah you probably got a neighbor they gon’ probably see your brain
cause we hopping out these whips and get the busting at your gang
f-ck who you with and what you p-ssy’s claim
don’t get wet cause these choppa sh-lls will rain
we gon’ keep raising h-ll, free my n-gga out the cell
it’s a war going on wonder why the body’s fill
now they ain’t in this field cause they see that this sh-t real
that one day, some day, yeah he gon’ meet the steel
b-tch i’m dooski you can catch me smoking dope
everyday shooting guns flowing up with gun smoke
bad b-tch on me she gon’ get me h-rny
f-ck the b-tch wake up and smoke a kush blunt in the morning

[hook: dooski]
my n-ggas hate sosa
catch him yes yea it’s over
hit him with this toaster
knock his head right off them shoulders
them boys ain’t making no noice
in this f-cking field, boy
see me i keep a steel, boy
run up make a k!ll, boy
yes we is the m.o.b boys that everybody talking ’bout
what the f-ck they talking bout
homicide, chalk ’em out
god we them m.o.b boys
god we them m.o.b boys
they better play it smart boy
the place you creep at dark boy

[verse 2: dooski]
can’t wait to catch d.rose boy
f-ck 6 double 0 boy
i’mma stack them bricks up and we gon’ knock ’em over
d-mn i can’t stay sober i be off the sh-ts
riding ’round in traffic trynna go shoot up some sh-t
sh-t we looking for a opp so go into the whip
and we got that fn and a couple 30 clips
if they outside then we clap sh-t put them on the wack list
them hallows get they back b-tch
all them n-ggas talking ’bout it but they ain’t bout sh-t
they know we making noice, who the f-ck are with them boys
strap, pop a molly
sway at his body
looking for a opp put some sh-lls all in his body

[hook: dooski]
my n-ggas hate sosa
catch him yes yea it’s over
hit him with this toaster
knock his head right off them shoulders
them boys ain’t making no noice
in this f-cking field, boy
see me i keep a steel, boy
run up make a k!ll, boy
yes we is the m.o.b boys that everybody talking ’bout
what the f-ck they talking bout
homicide, chalk ’em out
god we them m.o.b boys
god we them m.o.b boys
they better play it smart boy
the place you creep at dark boy

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