[Intro: DThang, Gucci Mane & Sha Gz]
Swing my door, swing my door (Ayo, Y to the G, Gz to the sky, never put an O before my Y)
Yeah, them prices real low
But they gon' search you up and down (Might not never, nigga)
Every time they swing my door, swing my— (Even my abuela know that)
Like (Grrah, grrah)
[Verse 1: Sha Gz & DThang]
Man, I wish I went out, would've never been talking on bro
He would've never had died (Benji)
Lotta niggas done got killed, nigga, I'ma be real
A lot of niggas ain't shy, like (At all, at all)
It was just Nuks, two deep in the back of the V (Grrah)
Tryna hang out to violate (Grrah, grrah, boom, free my hearts)
Bro spot an O, fuck it, one gotta go (Like hold on, like)
Bitch, I'm flockin' it, ain't wasting no time, like (Why you runnin'? Like)
Opp bitches get milked if they chill with them niggas (Why you runnin'?)
She might get beat with the knocks (Beat with the knocks, grrah)
I might call up our opps, say I'm fuckin' his bitch (Grrah)
But I know that she fucking the guys (HD, HD, grrah, grrah)
And we know that bum nigga don't got no money
She soon get the drop where he hide (Smoochie)
If I get the drop, I got like twenty-two packs for the bros just to run up inside (Grrah, grrah, gang, gang, gang)
[Verse 2: DThang]
On bro, nigga, I'm bussin' (Grrah)
Unlock my door, I think they got me right on Highbridge (Like what, get that nigga)
And we gonna finish what we started (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
And we let off most of our shots right on Ogden (Gang, gang, gang)
Like Yellow, he died in his 'jects (Yellow), shot in his head
I know he mad that he a target (Get that nigga)
And yeah, I got money, but I did not change (On bro)
Like, I do not care about these chains (At all, at all)
Like, CHII, he died for a bitch (CHII), thinking with his dick
Now they don't know who to blame (Like how?)
Like, I told an O nigga, "Stop it" (Like, grrah)
Two opps got hit, same spot, they common (Die O, die O)
Like, I know he lucky he lived, shot in his hip (Like how did he— what? Grrah)
I wish that shit was his noggin (Grrah, grrah, on bro)
Like, I cannot go out like Jacob (At all), gun on my hip
If you push up, then I gotta flock it (Flock it), like
Like, I cannot play with my life (On bro)
Like, I dare her to line me, I got my G (I dare you)
I'm sending 'em both on a flight (Gang, gang, gang, smoochie)
Like, heard she jackin' the opps, and he up in the V (Gang, gang, gang)
No, she ain't spending the night (HD, smoochie)
Like, you know Sha Gz with me (Grrah)
JD with me (Grrah, get that nigga), I dare him reach for this ice (Grrah, grrah, boom)
We sending him— gang, gang, gang (Huh, on bro, gang, gang, gang)
Swing my door, swing my door (Ayo, Y to the G, Gz to the sky, never put an O before my Y)
Yeah, them prices real low
But they gon' search you up and down (Might not never, nigga)
Every time they swing my door, swing my— (Even my abuela know that)
Like (Grrah, grrah)
[Verse 1: Sha Gz & DThang]
Man, I wish I went out, would've never been talking on bro
He would've never had died (Benji)
Lotta niggas done got killed, nigga, I'ma be real
A lot of niggas ain't shy, like (At all, at all)
It was just Nuks, two deep in the back of the V (Grrah)
Tryna hang out to violate (Grrah, grrah, boom, free my hearts)
Bro spot an O, fuck it, one gotta go (Like hold on, like)
Bitch, I'm flockin' it, ain't wasting no time, like (Why you runnin'? Like)
Opp bitches get milked if they chill with them niggas (Why you runnin'?)
She might get beat with the knocks (Beat with the knocks, grrah)
I might call up our opps, say I'm fuckin' his bitch (Grrah)
But I know that she fucking the guys (HD, HD, grrah, grrah)
And we know that bum nigga don't got no money
She soon get the drop where he hide (Smoochie)
If I get the drop, I got like twenty-two packs for the bros just to run up inside (Grrah, grrah, gang, gang, gang)
[Verse 2: DThang]
On bro, nigga, I'm bussin' (Grrah)
Unlock my door, I think they got me right on Highbridge (Like what, get that nigga)
And we gonna finish what we started (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
And we let off most of our shots right on Ogden (Gang, gang, gang)
Like Yellow, he died in his 'jects (Yellow), shot in his head
I know he mad that he a target (Get that nigga)
And yeah, I got money, but I did not change (On bro)
Like, I do not care about these chains (At all, at all)
Like, CHII, he died for a bitch (CHII), thinking with his dick
Now they don't know who to blame (Like how?)
Like, I told an O nigga, "Stop it" (Like, grrah)
Two opps got hit, same spot, they common (Die O, die O)
Like, I know he lucky he lived, shot in his hip (Like how did he— what? Grrah)
I wish that shit was his noggin (Grrah, grrah, on bro)
Like, I cannot go out like Jacob (At all), gun on my hip
If you push up, then I gotta flock it (Flock it), like
Like, I cannot play with my life (On bro)
Like, I dare her to line me, I got my G (I dare you)
I'm sending 'em both on a flight (Gang, gang, gang, smoochie)
Like, heard she jackin' the opps, and he up in the V (Gang, gang, gang)
No, she ain't spending the night (HD, smoochie)
Like, you know Sha Gz with me (Grrah)
JD with me (Grrah, get that nigga), I dare him reach for this ice (Grrah, grrah, boom)
We sending him— gang, gang, gang (Huh, on bro, gang, gang, gang)
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!