"Open Yo Door" lyrics
To my fingers
How can I count this money all day till my fingers blue
Nigga, you a bitch, and you know that I don't fuck with you
Niggas need dissing, tell me what the fuck is wrong with you?
I don't like a lotta niggas, suckin' like a hula hoop (Suckin' like a hula hoop)
Flow fast, and I'm flyin' from the state troops
I would not want you to walk in my shoes
This life right here, it come with some issues
Ooh, but I'm in the best day, Designer, I be flexin' shit
Thousand off some kicks, yeah, that was stupid (Off some kicks, yeah, that was stupid)
Put them bitches on, uh, but them bitches stupid
I can't love nobody, fuck you bih'
Ridin' 'round with a bad bitch, and I know that she with me (Want her, she with me)
And she wants a court, this shit Wipfli, guilty
Better pray for these snitchin' ass niggas [?]
If I hear one little siren, then I'm going with the quickest nigga
Damn, that's that one fine bitch, that shit hittin'
I just passed him a blunt and he said, "This shit hittin', nigga"
My Milwaukee niggas outside, they got me grilling
Don't tell them bitches in that water that I'm feelin' little feisty, nigga
Nigga dry hatin' on, I don't give a fuck (I don't give a fuck)
If I'm up, nigga give it up
Let this bitch laugh at your face, 'cause you know you fucked
Hold on, my Ksubis, yeah I'm coolin', a K tucked
Hah, guess that's sip more, drink that 'shine, text her
[?] drink, I was blinkin'
And I waent on tour, saying yes without her thinkin'
Seventeen cities, plus New York, baby we leave that crowd shakin'
I was tryna stalk a world, yours, where yours?
I ain't tryna be studied, world tours (Tours)
She would look at me different if I ain't pull up in a sport
Bitch, only two doors, I finna not open yours
How can I count this money all day till my fingers blue
Nigga, you a bitch, and you know that I don't fuck with you
Niggas need dissing, tell me what the fuck is wrong with you?
I don't like a lotta niggas, suckin' like a hula hoop (Suckin' like a hula hoop)
Flow fast, and I'm flyin' from the state troops
I would not want you to walk in my shoes
This life right here, it come with some issues
Ooh, but I'm in the best day, Designer, I be flexin' shit
Thousand off some kicks, yeah, that was stupid (Off some kicks, yeah, that was stupid)
Put them bitches on, uh, but them bitches stupid
I can't love nobody, fuck you bih'
Ridin' 'round with a bad bitch, and I know that she with me (Want her, she with me)
And she wants a court, this shit Wipfli, guilty
Better pray for these snitchin' ass niggas [?]
If I hear one little siren, then I'm going with the quickest nigga
Damn, that's that one fine bitch, that shit hittin'
I just passed him a blunt and he said, "This shit hittin', nigga"
My Milwaukee niggas outside, they got me grilling
Don't tell them bitches in that water that I'm feelin' little feisty, nigga
Nigga dry hatin' on, I don't give a fuck (I don't give a fuck)
If I'm up, nigga give it up
Let this bitch laugh at your face, 'cause you know you fucked
Hold on, my Ksubis, yeah I'm coolin', a K tucked
Hah, guess that's sip more, drink that 'shine, text her
[?] drink, I was blinkin'
And I waent on tour, saying yes without her thinkin'
Seventeen cities, plus New York, baby we leave that crowd shakin'
I was tryna stalk a world, yours, where yours?
I ain't tryna be studied, world tours (Tours)
She would look at me different if I ain't pull up in a sport
Bitch, only two doors, I finna not open yours
