[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
Niggas dissing over twitter it's gon' turn up homicides
I don't hang with goofy niggas all my niggas down to ride
Call up D boy finna get in traffic then we call some opps slacking
Let they goofy ass 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
Fuck who you with and what you pussy's claim
Don't get wet cause these choppa shells will rain
We gon' keep raising hell, free my nigga 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 shit real
That one day, some day, yeah he gon' meet the steel
Bitch I'm Dooski you can catch me smoking dope
Everyday shooting guns flowing up with gun smoke
Bad bitch on me she gon' get me horny
Fuck the bitch wake up and smoke a kush blunt in the morning
[Hook: Dooski]
My niggas 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 fucking field, boy
See me I keep a steel, boy
Run up make a kill, boy
Yes we is the M.O.B boys that everybody talking 'bout
What the fuck 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
Fuck 6 double 0 boy
I'mma stack them bricks up and we gon' knock 'em over
Damn I can't stay sober I be off the shits
Riding 'round in traffic trynna go shoot up some shit
Shit 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 shit put them on the wack list
Them hallows get they back bitch
All them niggas talking 'bout it but they ain't bout shit
They know we making noice, who the fuck are with them boys
Strap, pop a molly
Sway at his body
Looking for a opp put some shells all in his body
[Hook: Dooski]
My niggas 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 noise
In this fucking field, boy
See me I keep a steel, boy
Run up make a kill, boy
Yes we is the M.O.B boys that everybody talking 'bout
What the fuck 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
If you a opp it ain't really even safe for your block
Every night headshots you better sleep with your Glocks
Niggas dissing over twitter it's gon' turn up homicides
I don't hang with goofy niggas all my niggas down to ride
Call up D boy finna get in traffic then we call some opps slacking
Let they goofy ass 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
Fuck who you with and what you pussy's claim
Don't get wet cause these choppa shells will rain
We gon' keep raising hell, free my nigga 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 shit real
That one day, some day, yeah he gon' meet the steel
Bitch I'm Dooski you can catch me smoking dope
Everyday shooting guns flowing up with gun smoke
Bad bitch on me she gon' get me horny
Fuck the bitch wake up and smoke a kush blunt in the morning
[Hook: Dooski]
My niggas 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 fucking field, boy
See me I keep a steel, boy
Run up make a kill, boy
Yes we is the M.O.B boys that everybody talking 'bout
What the fuck 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
Fuck 6 double 0 boy
I'mma stack them bricks up and we gon' knock 'em over
Damn I can't stay sober I be off the shits
Riding 'round in traffic trynna go shoot up some shit
Shit 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 shit put them on the wack list
Them hallows get they back bitch
All them niggas talking 'bout it but they ain't bout shit
They know we making noice, who the fuck are with them boys
Strap, pop a molly
Sway at his body
Looking for a opp put some shells all in his body
[Hook: Dooski]
My niggas 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 noise
In this fucking field, boy
See me I keep a steel, boy
Run up make a kill, boy
Yes we is the M.O.B boys that everybody talking 'bout
What the fuck 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
( Dooski )
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