[Intro: 10kDunkin]
Yeah, young nigga, you know I got it (JBand$)
They keep asking me like what RP's & Plan B's you mean?
I'm just like, shit, it's just some' you gotta know, you know what I'm saying?
(Hoodrich Keem, yeah I'm thinking about signing that guy)
Yeah, [?] it ain't really [?] it's all I could, you know what I'm saying?
Ain't no door handles on the
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Hoodrich)
[Chorus: 10kDunkin]
Ain't no door handles on the foreign
I live every day like I ain't gon' wake up in the morning
They used to sleep on me, I heard them snoring
They used to sleep, I was up 'cause I know where I'm going
The streets called, I keep that fire', I ain't going
Some niggas switched, they fucked up and they know it
I hop on the beat, then start flowing
When you hop in the streets, all your opps start blowing
These hoes be choosing, they know we chosen
And we ball like DeMar DeRozan
Racks on me, all these bands I'm holding
Pull it out 'cause my pockets swollen
Pop at a nigga and he get low like limbo
Pull up in that all black, tint on my windows
These niggas 12 for real, Mr. Winslow
I ain't worried about 'em 'cause these niggas been hoes
Yeah, young nigga, you know I got it (JBand$)
They keep asking me like what RP's & Plan B's you mean?
I'm just like, shit, it's just some' you gotta know, you know what I'm saying?
(Hoodrich Keem, yeah I'm thinking about signing that guy)
Yeah, [?] it ain't really [?] it's all I could, you know what I'm saying?
Ain't no door handles on the
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Hoodrich)
[Chorus: 10kDunkin]
Ain't no door handles on the foreign
I live every day like I ain't gon' wake up in the morning
They used to sleep on me, I heard them snoring
They used to sleep, I was up 'cause I know where I'm going
The streets called, I keep that fire', I ain't going
Some niggas switched, they fucked up and they know it
I hop on the beat, then start flowing
When you hop in the streets, all your opps start blowing
These hoes be choosing, they know we chosen
And we ball like DeMar DeRozan
Racks on me, all these bands I'm holding
Pull it out 'cause my pockets swollen
Pop at a nigga and he get low like limbo
Pull up in that all black, tint on my windows
These niggas 12 for real, Mr. Winslow
I ain't worried about 'em 'cause these niggas been hoes
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