Front Door Service VL Deck

[hook]
Ain't no label turn me up, it was vacuum seals and bales
I made clienteles and sales
I'm talking blood, sweat, and sales
I'm still shell shocked up, that's a gun shot smell
I got a halo on my head, come from grandma's prayers

I took a loss and shook back
So I know bout a fail
I be running to the money, pockets stuffed with the kale
I be front door service, I don't fuck with the mail
They gave the right one paper, now my haters getting scared

[verse]
I'm just getting started, I don't do the most
Press a button I get ya ghost
His net worth my pockеt gross
My neck hurt, three chains or mo'

Too stiff, can't get close
I won't strеss, I been chose
This AMG a Benzo
I get best top from nymphos

I'm out of here they been slow
My neck and wrist a light show
She fine but not my type tho
Wok and pies, sip it slow