[Intro]
Danny Draco on the beat
On the beat, aye
Woah, woah, woah
K up, K up, K up
I gotta K up
K down, I got a K round
[Chorus]
I'm comin’ through the front door, so ain't no need to lock the back
This ain't no strings attached, call me lil glizzy wit’ a Mac
Bitch I get crank mode, I need them Franklins like pronto
You know I fuck wit' Drake but ain't no hoopers in Toronto
I'm comin' through the front door, so ain't no need to lock the back
This ain't no strings attached, call me lil glizzy wit' a Mac
Bitch I get crank mode, I need them Franklins like pronto
You know I fuck wit’ Drake but ain’t no hoopers in Toronto
[Verse 1]
Go dumb mode, this trey 8, it got a long nose
He can't take a step off in my shoes, like he ain’t got ankles
I'm tired of all the niggas on the net tryna get fame though
Fool left residue, he fucked around and left a stain on him
That textin' ain't gon’ do, so he ain't gon' view, when we gon' paint some'
I got me a clear view, so this my queue to go take somethin'
I know just how you livin', why you actin' like you on somethin'
Matter fact don't want to shoot a tat, that's on my lil cousin
I got shooters everywhere, for now I only got a dozen
You can't cop on nun, that's on me, I like to shit in public
Let me change the subject for a verse, bitch come shop wit'
Nugget
All these folks, they love me
Trick or treat, bitch you owe me somethin'
Danny Draco on the beat
On the beat, aye
Woah, woah, woah
K up, K up, K up
I gotta K up
K down, I got a K round
[Chorus]
I'm comin’ through the front door, so ain't no need to lock the back
This ain't no strings attached, call me lil glizzy wit’ a Mac
Bitch I get crank mode, I need them Franklins like pronto
You know I fuck wit' Drake but ain't no hoopers in Toronto
I'm comin' through the front door, so ain't no need to lock the back
This ain't no strings attached, call me lil glizzy wit' a Mac
Bitch I get crank mode, I need them Franklins like pronto
You know I fuck wit’ Drake but ain’t no hoopers in Toronto
[Verse 1]
Go dumb mode, this trey 8, it got a long nose
He can't take a step off in my shoes, like he ain’t got ankles
I'm tired of all the niggas on the net tryna get fame though
Fool left residue, he fucked around and left a stain on him
That textin' ain't gon’ do, so he ain't gon' view, when we gon' paint some'
I got me a clear view, so this my queue to go take somethin'
I know just how you livin', why you actin' like you on somethin'
Matter fact don't want to shoot a tat, that's on my lil cousin
I got shooters everywhere, for now I only got a dozen
You can't cop on nun, that's on me, I like to shit in public
Let me change the subject for a verse, bitch come shop wit'
Nugget
All these folks, they love me
Trick or treat, bitch you owe me somethin'
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