Dookz, from the South - Hit Em Up '21 Freestyle

Put the nail in the coffin
I don't need a key, I'm the locksmith
I don't give a Fuck if they can see
I know they watching
Tryna fuck with Dookz?
Homie you lost it
Better think twice
For ya momma get the news that make her nauseous
You not slick
Who gon slip?
Homie that's nonsense
Pop shit
I don't miss
When I'm on my shit
I just
Pistol grip
And get to knockin
You not sick
All that blood from all that coughing
They don't want problems I can tell
I can see it in their face they're scared as hell
Running away with the tucking of the tail
Making it rain all day with the shells
I'm at the crib bumping Snoop
Murder was the case, Pump Pump, Gin n Juice
Taking henny to the face
Drunk, drunk
What we do
I just caught another One Eight Seven in the booth
Since 95, I've made my presence felt heavily
Everywhere I go they showing love like I'm the MVP
No competition
Getting rid of who they send to me
These cheap copies
I'm the one that they pretend to be
Flow so heavenly
Thug Life energy
Feeling like I'm Pac
I'm a ride on my enemies
Flow so heavenly
Thug Life energy
Feeling like I'm Pac
Ima a ride on my enemies
Ima ride on my enemies
Ima ride on my enemies
Ima ride on my enemies
Ima ride on my enemies
I could never lose
I was cut from a different cloth
Everything I earned, I earned it right
It was never bought
Really had to grind my whole life
But I been involved
Mother fuckers talking bout strikes
Out here missing balls
Damn
I mean I really couldn't fathom
Out here talking bout luck
Like I didn't go and plan it
Talking year 1 visions
Nah, you couldn't understand it
If we talking bout putting in work
You fucking lacking
Looking tragic
All these mother fuckers look like actresses
And if they talking bout they rap
Put the asterisk
Cuz mother fuckers love to yap but never talk no shit
It's Dookz bitch, I'm from the South
What you thought this is
Uh, AYOO
Come and catch that vibe hoe
Based on my past
I ain't Fucking with no 5-0
They love to laugh when they kill you
They ain't liable
Crooked ass mother fuckers need to die slow
Ima ride fo'
All my family, all my people
I could see the next
All these mother fuckers see through
Ain't nothing left
Now they wondering how he knew
I learned game from the best
My big homie was Frito
Flow so heavenly
Thug Life energy
Feeling like I'm Pac
Ima ride on my enemies
Flow so heavenly
Thug Life energy
Feeling like I'm Pac
Ima ride on my enemies
Ima ride on my enemies
Ima ride on my enemies
Ima ride on my enemies
Ima ride on my enemies

Written by:
Javier Ramirez

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