[Intro: Tripstar]
Ayy, ayy, Scarr, ayy, who is that?
The fuck is that?
(Flexin' on that bitch, hold up)
Ayy, Tink, who is that?
The fuck goin' on? The fuck is that?
(FOREVEROLLING)
Hold on, who that at the door? (Who that at the door?)
Woah, who that at the door? (Who that at the door?)
Woah, who that at the door? (Who that at the door?)
Woah, who that at the door? (Who that at the door?)
Woah, woah, who that at the door? (What?)
Woah, who that at the door? Woah
Who that at the door? (Woah, who that at the door?)
Woah (Woah), who that at the door? Uh
[Verse 1: Tripstar]
Who the fuck keep knockin' at the door? We only got three options
It gotta be money or a 12, we keep somethin' for the jackboys
Let me tell fun fact, my lil' man gon' rob the robbers
So many sticks in this bitch right now, for sure won't see tomorrow
Missed my show, chance to send some 'bows, I guess I'm hardheaded
Drunk a pint, every day, I keep fuckin' up my profit
[Verse 2: Big Scarr]
Anyway, it's goin' down, you know we get it poppin'
Catch him with that nasty, freaky bitch while they out shoppin', uh
Lay on 'em like carpet, we make murder shit a hobby, woah
I love them black feet thotties, eat the dick, her nose lil' snotty, woah
You rap 'bout slidin', robbin', but ain't never kill nobody, no
I hop out with that shotty, hit his body, make him cut a note
Ayy, ayy, Scarr, ayy, who is that?
The fuck is that?
(Flexin' on that bitch, hold up)
Ayy, Tink, who is that?
The fuck goin' on? The fuck is that?
(FOREVEROLLING)
Hold on, who that at the door? (Who that at the door?)
Woah, who that at the door? (Who that at the door?)
Woah, who that at the door? (Who that at the door?)
Woah, who that at the door? (Who that at the door?)
Woah, woah, who that at the door? (What?)
Woah, who that at the door? Woah
Who that at the door? (Woah, who that at the door?)
Woah (Woah), who that at the door? Uh
[Verse 1: Tripstar]
Who the fuck keep knockin' at the door? We only got three options
It gotta be money or a 12, we keep somethin' for the jackboys
Let me tell fun fact, my lil' man gon' rob the robbers
So many sticks in this bitch right now, for sure won't see tomorrow
Missed my show, chance to send some 'bows, I guess I'm hardheaded
Drunk a pint, every day, I keep fuckin' up my profit
[Verse 2: Big Scarr]
Anyway, it's goin' down, you know we get it poppin'
Catch him with that nasty, freaky bitch while they out shoppin', uh
Lay on 'em like carpet, we make murder shit a hobby, woah
I love them black feet thotties, eat the dick, her nose lil' snotty, woah
You rap 'bout slidin', robbin', but ain't never kill nobody, no
I hop out with that shotty, hit his body, make him cut a note
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