Under Control - Dope D.O.D.

These niggas 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

Bitch on my cock, yeah I got that

Pussy nonstop, yo we got that

My niggas on the block won’t cop back

Dope D.O.D.

got it under control

Yeah I got that, tongue like a gun, let me cock back

Fillin' that drum, let me drop that

Even y’all bitches gon' cop that

Nigga I’m deep like Loch Ness

Gimmie that mic, let me rock’s it

Rocky Balboa get popped quick

Knocked in the coma for cockiness

I’m in my zone gettin' my cock a lick and I’m toxic

I’mma blow your mind and fucking face away

I’m on that paper chasin', we don’t play today

On that 808 I’m gonna make you fade away

And nigga day by day we gettin' more specific

More hardcore, we don’t know where the limit

No shit’s given, now you know how livin'

I’m in the studio when my niggas kill it

Yeah and you ain’t get no slice

No advice on how to get this nice

Double up the price, nigga check this

Let me take a last look in my check list

That motherfucking gift, I got that

And my cock black, nigga stop that

I’m tryna' live it to the motherfuckin' max

With these motherfuckin' tracks on my stack

I got that

The base is poudin' ground again

Tryna' get my ass 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 bitches 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

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