Doodie Lo - Chess lyrics

[Intro: Doodie Lo] Ayy, ayy (AyoJarii, that sh*t go too crazy) Yeah, ayy, ayy, OTF Boom, boom, boom, boom Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy [Chorus: Doodie Lo] Man, them ni**as don't want no war, that's on the 'net You see that last ni**a that died, you 'bout to be next And they [?] like pass, boom, boom, bullets at your chest We gon' put his ass to rest, man, this life it's just like chess Met a plug, faneto, met a plug, finess Put killers to the task, life is just like chess See a [?] get stretched, thank God I'm blessed Iced out my wrist, man, it look like piss [Verse 1: Doodie Lo] We'll get on that other sh*t You know I'm down for my brothers, b*tch Gang, gang, who I'm coming with Opp down, got your brother hit No rules to the streets sh*t I'm back on my B sh*t Pull a Rico, I won't see sh*t And I ain't doing no free sh*t I was gone but I'm back now Move wrong and get clappеd down Bullets hit him, he sat down They thinking it's sweet 'causе I rap now All my ni**as, they menace They be lying on me, I'm innocent They come around for my benefit I heard the lies, I'm feeling sh*t I hit a plug, faneto, that's a quick finess Bullets to burritos, hit his ass in his chest Free shot, that free throw, send his ass with the rest These ni**as really be hoes, woofing all on the 'net [Chorus: Doodie Lo] Man, them ni**as don't want no war, that's on the 'net You see that last ni**a that died, you 'bout to be next And they [?] like pass, boom, boom, bullets at your chest We gon' put his ass to rest, man, this life it's just like chess Met a plug, faneto, met a plug, finess Put killers to the task, life is just like chess See a [?] get stretched, thank God I'm blessed Iced out my wrist, man, it look like piss [Verse 2: THF Zoo] When it come to this street sh*t, b*tch, I'm a vet It's killing the killer around here, in this field I can't get stretched They backdooring they own homie around here just for the check You better keep your eyes open and your hands up on the strap And that's a fact Can't wait to catch Quando, turn him into a pack Unload this big seven-six-two shells, flip his ass on his back That's on the set Long live V.Roy, you know the trenches miss you And if a ni**a merch on you, it's gon' be a issue These ni**as fu*ked up, we sliding every day and every night I remember we was sitting in that cell facing life, I'm facing dice Caught a opp and then we put his ass on ice, we ain't think twice These ni**as woofing on the 'net, I been having stripe, I take your life [Chorus: Doodie Lo] Man, them ni**as don't want no war, that's on the 'net You see that last ni**a that died, you 'bout to be next And they [?] like pass, boom, boom, bullets at your chest We gon' put his ass to rest, man, this life it's just like chess Met a plug, faneto, met a plug, finess Put killers to the task, life is just like chess See a [?] get stretched, thank God I'm blessed Iced out my wrist, man, it look like piss