Dooski - .1 lyrics

[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