Door Locks

Lyrics

[Hook 1: Choir Boy] You driving by a door better have a lock motherfucca Pray to God you got the sense to keep a lock motherfucca Fucc around I pull you out into the swamp motherfucca Guess somebody should have told you not to stop motherfucca Swag Toof in the street We mosh in the gutter Get lost Toof Gods drip sauce on you suckas 45 oil boxcutter drop a pool ball in a sock hit you with the rocc motherfucca [Hook 2: Ouija Macc] White gals hit ya door loccs You bending them corners for me potnas hit ya door loccs And all you fucc boys hit yo door locks Ain't finna have time for yee call the cops go'n hit thee door locks [Verse 1: Ouija Macc] You in a predicament Ouija be off his ritalin rippin' the motherfuccas into pieces (?) in the rhythm Talk with a venom We gon' kill em Window tint'em We don't feel em' We gon' get em' All these slugs up in my body I can flocc (?) the promoters book a show they better know to bring a jet in (?) with a dab so I took a little dab after dab like damn where ya get em White foam cups We gon' fill em Not too much ice though put the oil in em' Swirling, pour em' bacc and forth Showing off cause the homie Dank Sinatra let the bitches in Got a baby momma and a daughter so I'm bout to get the bread but I know to slap an ass like a gentleman God damn Ouija board boy (?) Hanging with the flame (?) put the heat into the beating drum [Hook] [Verse 2: MuMMz] ? [Hook] [Verse 3: Choir Boy] Sippin' and kicking it bacc (?) triccin' we getting the cash Homies that get dropped Move into your spot Y'all wouldn't hear a shot Wouldn't find a witness Wouldn't see a cop If I (?) Better not talk Mummz is the word all on my blocc That word is your life only once inch y'all got You hear me now Y'all get to pick Tell Ouija go gets the licc I swear I feel like getting lit Started from the bottom and I'm still stucc here (?) not to give a motherucc here Trying to figure out what I see about so I keep them doors locked Mouth shut here