Under Control

[Hook: Jay Reaper] 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 [Verse 1: Jay Reaper] 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 [spring?] 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 [Hook: Jay Reaper] [Verse 2: Skits Vicious] 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 Are no press, bars I stretched Looking like there no marlboros left You might cast 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 swizz [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]