Door Locks

[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]
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[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