"Grab Da Door!" lyrics

(I don't give a fuck, bruh, I'ma always be me)
Gang shit, yeah
Gang shit, gang shit, yeah yeah yeah
Gang shit, gang shit, yeah yeah yeah
Gang shit, gang shit, yeah yeah yeah

Rockstar step in this bitch, yeah, rockstar step in this ho
Yeah, we slidin' on them opps, tryna hit that boy on his nose
He talkin' 'bout triple cross the gang, we gon' slide him and his folks
Yeah we step on him for fun, I dig that boy Chanel coat
Mike Amiri my pants, Christian Dior all on my coat
Yeah, me and Snotty, we get too high, who the fuck that at the door?

They be tweaking, they be fried, he want ten bands, just hold on
He a country boy, but I just came in this bitch, so what you want?
Rockstar step in this bitch, yeah, rockstar step in this hoe
He had on all that jewelry, they snotted him at Dior
[?] ridiculous, did that boy ten toes on Dickies
We rock out the show, we handle the business
[?] gon hit 'em, we go and get 'em
Don't speak on wax if you go on that mission
We load on the H5 so I got me trippin'
I did that boy on fashion, yeah, I did 'em in fashion, yeah
We rock out shows, yeah, gang shit
Yeah, straight gang shit, moshpit, that's that gang shit
Rockstar gang, bitch

Rockstar step in this bitch, yeah, rockstar step in this hoe
Yeah, we slide on them opps, Choppa hit him on the nose
He talkin' 'bout triple cross the gang, we gon' slide him and his folks
Yeah we step on him for fun, I dig that boy Chanel coat
Mike Amiri my pants, Christian Dior all on my tote
Yeah, me and Snotty, we get too high, who the fuck that at the door?