[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***as dissing over twitter it's gon' turn up homicides
I don't hang with goofy n***as all my n***as down to ride
Call up D boy finna get in traffic then we call some opps slacking
Let they goofy a** 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** who you with and what you p**y's claim
Don't get wet cause these choppa shells will rain
We gon' keep raising hell, free my n***a 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** real
That one day, some day, yeah he gon' meet the steel
b**h I'm Dooski you can catch me smoking dope
Everyday shooting guns flowing up with gun smoke
Bad b**h on me she gon' get me horny
f** the b**h wake up and smoke a kush blunt in the morning
[Hook: Dooski]
My n***as 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**ing field, boy
See me I keep a steel, boy
Run up make a k**, boy
Yes we is the M.O.B boys that everybody talking 'bout
What the f** 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** 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 sh**s
Riding 'round in traffic trynna go shoot up some sh**
sh** 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** put them on the wack list
Them hallows get they back b**h
All them n***as talking 'bout it but they ain't bout sh**
They know we making noice, who the f** 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 n***as 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**ing field, boy
See me I keep a steel, boy
Run up make a k**, boy
Yes we is the M.O.B boys that everybody talking 'bout
What the f** 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