Dope D.O.D. - Under Control lyrics

[Hook: Jay Reaper] These n***as on lock but we got that Dope by my side, yeah I got that Straight to the top, can't stop that Dope D.O.D. got it under control b**h on my co*k, yeah I got that p**y nonstop, yo we got that My n***as on the block won't cop back Dope D.O.D. got it under control [Verse 1: Jay Reaper] Yeah I got that, tongue like a gun, let me co*k back Fillin' that drum, let me drop that Even y'all b**hes gon' cop that n***a I'm deep like Loch Ness Gimmie that mic, let me rock's it Rocky Balboa get popped quick Knocked in the coma for co*kiness I'm in my zone gettin' my co*k a lick and I'm toxic I'mma blow your mind and f**ing face away I'm on that paper chasin', we don't play today On that 808 I'm gonna make you fade away And n***a day by day we gettin' more specific More hardcore, we don't know where the limit No sh**'s given, now you know how [spring?] livin' I'm in the studio when my n***as k** it Yeah and you ain't get no slice No advice on how to get this nice Double up the price, n***a check this Let me take a last look in my check list That motherf**ing gift, I got that And my co*k black, n***a stop that I'm tryna' live it to the motherf**in' max With these motherf**in' tracks on my stack I got that [Hook: Jay Reaper] [Verse 2: Skits Vicious] The base is poudin' ground again Tryna' get my a** across town again Needle in the haystack, found the pen Baby got back with the carmel skin Cards on deck, far from fetched Goin' all in when my arms go flex Arnold press, bars I stretched Looking like there no marlboros left You might catch me dreamin' of private jets and marble floors But when I wake up screamin' it's empty biz and dirty drawers This is a day in the life of a Skits My wifey is [?] and I pack a nice Swizz I know they'll be cheesin' like I did the cut And sold that's the reason that I'm never bluffin' Guess what? I don't owe you And better yet - I don't know you Why should I explain when you hate on a thing This ain't for local [?] So b**hes is strippin' to tease I'm tellin' you this is a breeze Ain't no Khalifa but when I puff reefer Believe me I did it was sleaze [Versde 3: Dopey Rotten] You can't never harm me - stay calm G Listen close to the sound of this doggy D.O.D. army AKA still foggy Got it on lock, it's a private party Rollin' shotty, on to the next one I ain't sharin', you won't get none Invaders die in my section Yo we got this, now we bless 'em Get through session, we stay wreckin' Crawl in my face but I still ain't checkin' You're not relevant, won't get mention You're not feelin' it, AM sencin' I'll keep doing this, no half steppin' Words the bullets, mic's the weapon Rappers in the great depression I'm just here to teach them lessons [Hook: Jay Reaper]